Pooped Out

Most Saturday mornings have been spent sleeping in. Not with Polly in our life. My parents went to the cabin for the weekend and she had a vet appointment this morning so we have her back. She was up at 5 am. We decided (and I actually stuck to it) that she would not be let off her leash to go to the bathroom. She was outside from 5-9 and never went to the bathroom except when I went to switch her leash to take her to the vet...she peed (almost on my foot). We took her to the vet and she got a clean bill of health, she even lost a pound since her last visit 2 weeks ago. We mentioned to the vet that she had not gone and that we can't get her to go unless she is off the leash. Then she takes off running and we have to catch her. He said unfortunately we are in for a hard couple days (she should only be able to physically hold it this long). Since she was not trained as a puppy to go on a leash she will be reluctant to go on one now, but eventually she will HAVE to go. All day we took turns taking her out. When Mike and Margaret came over it was Jon, them, Olaf and myself taking turns taking her out. Later this evening she went downstairs and took two launches at the craft room door. We took this as a sign that she had to go poop since she went in that room already once. So it was Olaf first, then Jon, then Margaret, then finally Mike. He took her down by the school parking lot and she did actually go. There was a lot of praise. She is now sleeping under the computer table by my feet...pooped out.