The “bathroom”in the US often does not contain
facilities for a bath. This misnomer is intended to divert puritanical attention
from the fact that it DOES contain a toilet, and that said item is the modern
equivalent of a “chamber pot,” differing from early models in that it
contains water and is emptied by flushing rather than by the previous custom of
pouring the contents out a window. These “bathrooms” are often fragrant
with the scent of human urine and human feces for some time after use, and so
another huge industry of cover-up-the-smelly-stuff has arisen to help maintain
the illusion that people do not “potty” in the house.
For the price of picking up a few bits of fecal matter with
a tissue and tossing them into the modern chamber pot as well as “enduring” an
occasional whiff of dog urine on some paper towels (which I place for her use on a special piece of
plastic), it is my much appreciated privilege to live with three pounds of pure
love packaged in a furry, six-inch body. That little body must be protected by a sleepy, and
therefore less attentive, owner from hawks, owls, coyotes, roving dog packs, etc.
So my beloved "potties" in the
same chamber I do, although not in the stinky bowl. She is paper trained.
Bottom line: we BOTH “potty in the house.” And so do you, madam. So do you.
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