The Bloody Doors Off

It’s -21°C outside, and Maisie needs a pee before night-night’s.

I grab my hoodie and grab her leash. She’s not wearing her winter coat; qe won’t be that long.

We go out back, and my fingers are already fighting frostbite. Maisie pees once, sniffs around. This girl needs 3 stops to empty her tank. I walk her around the covered area for recycling and organics bins and the back entrance for any move-ins(outs) and deliveries. Management has terminated elevator bookings on Thursday and Friday to ensure the City trucks have access to our waste. Even booking a weekend slot is frowned upon, so you get Mon-Wed, 9am to 4pm. But that’s another post.

We circle again, Maisie finds her spot.

Great. I tap the sensor and the heavy steel door opens.

But Maisie has other ideas. She walks north, insisting I follow her. I try to take back control and bring her to heel. She sits. Stares at me with her convincing smile. She woofs, as if to say “We’re going around the block”. I tell her no. Maisie stands on her hind legs, and twirls.

We went around the block.

And she did poop.

It was tiny, and I couldn’t really see it mixed with twigs and dirt, so I had to reverse baggy my hand and manually search for it.

Not that Maisie cared. And we were off to complete the circuit.

My fingers eventually unfroze.

Could you say no to these eyes?