Most of you who have read my blog or watch my Facebook Lives already know, I moved to Downtown San Diego in the Little Italy neighborhood. If you know about that then you know about my 2 dogs, a 4-year-old English Bulldog named Zoei and a 986 (in dog years) Cocker Spaniel named Nemo. I have had Zoei since she was just a few weeks old and Nemo became my dog through my relationship with Karen. So I guess you can call him my step-dog.
Zoei and Nemo have been on quite the adventure the last 3 1/2 years, going from Oklahoma City to West Hollywood, then Laguna Niguel and now in San Diego. They have adjusted to every move with ease and have adapted to their surroundings pretty easily on every occasion. Well, that is until it comes time to use the restroom.
Zoei is a diva when it comes to using the restroom and who can blame her. Fortunately for me she has had the privilege of using the potty with an ocean view over the years so it has been easy. Nemo, on the other hand, has never really felt finding grass or a proper view was that important and he will go on the first piece of concrete he sees. All of this has been somewhat manageable until we moved to San Diego.
We live in a building where there is no grass to be found anywhere within .45 miles. For Zoei, this is not an issue really because she likes to walk and she refuses to use cement to relieve herself. Nero on the other hand, just goes. I mean he will just let it go anywhere. On top of that he can barely walk so he will let it go right when the front door to our apartment opens or he will go on our balcony which irritates the crap out of me. I eat breakfast there every morning and stepping in dog pee really changes the way my eggs taste.
Karen came up with a plan to buy Nemo a stroller (yes, really) and a grass pad for the balcony thinking that Zoei and Nemo both would use it. Well, Zoei will not even look at it as she prefers walking the neighborhood and showing off and Nemo, well, he likes cement.
The Grass Mat
For the last week, each and every day, I walk Nemo out to the balcony and sit him on the grass pad, and wait. Encourage and wait, encourage and wait. Nothing. I wait for what seems like hours (it isn’t hours but it feels like it) and the minute I decide to give up, and leave the room he proceeds to walk off of the grass and pees on the cement. Ugh!
I have tried everything. I leave treats on the grass pad, I do special cheers, I even do a little pee pee dance hoping to encourage Nemo to go and it just doesn’t happen. Why won’t he change? Why won’t he just do the right thing and go on the grass pad? Why does he insist on using the concrete when it is clear that is not the right thing to do?!?!?! Doesn’t a nice squishy pad of grass better than cement?
All of this frustration has led me to pray for Nemo, yes really and what I failed to realize is that I pee on the cement too. Well, not literally. What I mean to say is, looking over the course of my life, there had to be many times that God directed me to the grass pad but I just went on the cement without a care in the world. He would show me the grass pad and all of its luxury and comforts but I just went on the cement not only disobeying God but also keeping me from His many promises.
For 36 years I choose cement and the day I started to choose grass, my God was waiting on me with the same open arms that were arable to me all those years I choose to ignore Him. Not one time did he say to me “it is about time!”. I honestly do not ever remember Him scolding me however there have definitely been consequences for not doing what I have been commanded to do.
Now, I know there are no real consequences for Nemo for continuing to pee on the concrete. I do feel like I am the one to learn a lesson here however and that is patience. When we are patient in an inpatient world, we show people and ourselves, the One who is patient with us.
Thank you for reading, have an awesome week!