She may have just been a silly  teacup puppy girl, but little pixie had a big (big to her anyway) to-do list each morning before her Owner would take her for "walkies."

The moment she heard the paper strike the door each morning, she scampered out of her basket towards the noise so that she could stick her head through the small doggy door and retrieve the paper (carefully) with her mouth.  It was difficult, not only because she was an especially drooly puppy girl, but also because squeezing through the door would remind her had badly she needed to pee.

After delivering the paper to her Owner in the kitchen, she had to sit pretty by her food and water dishes while trying to ignore her growing need to relieve herself.  After preparing his own breakfast, he would dish up her water and kibble.  She'd try desperately not to listen to the water flowing freely from the faucet as he filled her water dish.  By this point she would usually be sweating and starting to tremble.

Though her Owner was inclined to take breakfast slowly, alternating between scanning the paper for articles of interest and taking bites of whatever sumptuous breakfast he had prepared, pixie had no such luxury.  She buried her little snout in the food dish and kept it there until she had gobbled up every last gravely, foul-tasting morsel.  Each motion would be becoming painful for her as she would switch to the water dish and start lapping as she squeezed her thighs together as her trembling increased.

When she'd finished eating and drinking she was expected to sit pretty by her bowls and wait while her Owner took his time.  Sometimes he'd loudly sip his coffee and she'd wonder if he was doing it on purpose to tease her.

Finally, when he'd finished too he would command her to fetch her leash and she'd go as quickly as she could--her will nearly at its end--but her ordeal was not yet over.  After he clipped the leash on her collar she had to crawl back to her dishes to show him that she'd been a "good puppy" and "cleaned her plate."  Then and only then he would blessedly take her leash and lead her to the door.

Each time, Pixie wondered if she would make it to the grass...