There may not be a single cause but this walking in the park first thing in the morning seems to have helped with regulating his poop schedule. Now he goes right after breakfast, as soon as we enter the park. Of course, then I have to carry the poop all the way around with me but, I’ve had worse. Some people don’t pick up at all (shame!). Some people do pick up but they act as if it is radioactive waste and throw it away in the nearest bin outside. I prefer to take it home and flush it because that’s where poop is supposed to be dealt with - in the sewage system. If you do this twice a day, every day, it quickly becomes an easy habit.

When we got home, while we were still in the parking area, Rockwell suddenly focussed every ounce of his being on a spot in someone’s driveway. I looked but it wasn’t until the mouse moved that I saw it. It was just a deer mouse with a white belly and it looked lost somehow, trundling back and forth, looking for something. Rockwell was entranced and followed the mouse visually all the way around the perimeter of the housing unit, sitting in one spot where I asked him to but shuffling his bottom every so often to keep square to the busy little mouse.