?. that this time, while we fished, and Abby stayed in the kennel, that she'd learned a new trick.

Since we came home, we'd hear the potty flush on unexplained occasions. Cary and I would look at each other, knowing we'd had nothing to do with it, and wonder. Wonder more because Abby would come trotting into the room, with her ever-present smile, right after the flushing!

Could it be?!? Was our puppy potty trained?!? If so, she never left the light on, or the water running in the sink, or the towels on the floor, like the grand kids did.

Kept my ears open, and leapt at the next sound of the flusher.... coming from in front of me, and Abby, smiling, following behind. Hopes dashed. A quick trip to the hardware store, a few minutes immersed in tank water, new flapper ball installed? and no more flushings.

Oh, well. There's always the next trip and I can still hope.


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Trouts don't live in ugly places