This is a very familiar scene in my house: It is 6 am and my newest furry child is on my pillow-pawing at my forehead. The lil guy is dying to go outside and walk. He doesn't care that it is 6am. He doesn't care that I was up till umpteenth o'clock last night. All he cares about is his bladder- which no matter how often I take him out is always full- and this boy can lift his leg at least 15 times … [Read more...]