Turns out someone's feeling crummy about not being included in Weekend Dog Blogging. Even if he was too sissy to sit outside and be photographed with the new laurel plant yesterday.
It's practically all we can do to get him to, um, poo outside, what with the unbelieveably windy, wet weather we're having. He won't poo inside (good boy), so he becomes a twitchy little thing.
Cranky is our hero in the getting-him-to-do-it Olympics. Outside.
Here's Little Mr. Scaredy-pants. Outside. Last month. (Shh!)