"Good Girl, Rose!!"

Life is an interesting ride. It's sorrowful. Happy. Humorous. Triumphant. It is an amazing combination of all those four wrapped in one. Correct? And sometimes, when you least expect it, life deals out surprises, which are seemingly coincidental. Seemingly coincidental. I do not believe in such things!! Why? Because there are no such things as coincidences. And then when you find yourself "in the right place at the right time.".... I recently experienced such a seemingly coincidental surprise occurrence. The other night, at 12:30 AM. I awoke to a recognizable sound of Rose's paw pads and claws stepping against our laminate floor. I was still half asleep. My eyes were weary, and head groggy, yet I immediately suspected something: Rose had an accident in our great room. Oh no!! I mentally groaned. My heart sank deep, deep, deep within me. This has been Rose's history with us. Accidents. Some canines are wonderful at awaking their owners when they need outside. Rose never has been. She stands up off of her comically-sized dog pillow, walks away, and heads toward our great room sliding glass door, which leads to outside. Bright girl.... Then, if nobody responds in the darkened, sleeping house, Rose has an accident!! Not that I blame her too harshly for this. After all, "when you gotta go, you gotta go".... I just give her a "You're-in-trouble" glare, temporary "silent treatment", and clean the accident up!! I halfheartedly pulled myself out of bed. I was dreading what I'd find in our great room. A damp puddle swiftly seeping its way through the carpet? An entire bowel movement? Both? Then, Rose turned around. She was in the bedroom doorway. Rose had heard and seen me sit up on "our" creaky bed. She walked toward me and gently "nibbled" my fingertips. I gasped. This is my mutt's unusual signal which means that she needs to urinate!! I was wide-awake now, and completely alert!! I bolted out of bed with urgent movement. I slipped on some blue crocs. I linked Rose's red leash to her collar. And together we stepped outside. She sniffed around our backyard, her leash still attached to my right wrist. Which sometimes Rose forgets about!! Then she bolts onward in a high-velocity run.... Until realizing that we are "connected"!! It is kind of funny!! Rose went on a quest to discover the "perfect" location, searching carefully as though looking for some buried treasure. But she finally squat her hind legs, and urinated!! I felt so very proud of my little girl at that moment in time!! She did it!! Yes!! Rose told me, telepathically, that she needed outside!! Score!! I felt like some proud mother of a toddler child in the process of potty-training!! Victory is ours!! This was a colossal, albeit fleeting, accomplishment!! I made an enormous deal about it!! I whispered "Good girl!! Good girl!! Good girl!! Good girl!!" countless times. I rewarded Rose with a liberal amount of grated cheddar cheese. Suppose she got any vibes from me that awaking Mama at midnight is good? Or was I simply "in the right place at the right time."? Hmmm....