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Thanks for visiting today! I have a note to share with you from my friend Molly. It is about the sensitive subject of house training. I am replying to Molly today, but welcome your house training suggestions as well in the comments section. Please send any ideas that may help my friend! On to Molly's note:
Dear Abby --
I have a problem. I'm not exactly sure what the problem is but I sure hope you can help me with it anyway. I am an 8 year old, 15 pound girl in excellent health and just the right size for my weight. The problem has to do with where I do my business. (Mind you, I don't have a problem with this but Mom sure does.) My sister dachshund doesn't have a problem with the rules either. If she wore shoes, she would be a "miss goody four-shoes" because she NEVER makes a mistake.
I don't make mistakes either. I know exactly where I am doing my business. It is just that my sister believes in the great outdoor commode and I believe in the living room rug commode.
We do have newspapers in a corner that Mom says are for emergencies -- like if we have to get up in the middle of the night or if Mom is gone too long and we really have to go.
Me, I'd rather just use the paper than wait for walk-time. There are too many exciting things to see and smell to be worried about pee and poop. Mom gets upset with the liquid part of stuff if she thinks I missed the paper. How am I suppose to know whether my whole body is on the paper? Apparently, sometimes my front feet are on the paper but the pee comes out the other end. Mom thinks I ought to concentrate more on peeing outside (which I generally do not like to do) and concentrate less on relieving myself on any stray newspaper I find. Why are there sometimes stray newspapers in the middle of the floor if they are not there to be peed on? Newspapers are for peeing and pee belongs on a newspaper. It is far more fun to chase off birds when I am outside than it is to think about mundane things like peeing.
Poop is just as bad! Mom doesn't understand that I just don't like to poop outside. I would much rather poop on one corner of the living room carpet. I've claimed it as mine and we are a family. Others should respect that! Mom has given up getting mad at me. Instead, as she picks up my contribution to daily routine, she mutters something about my poop being solid and not runny.
What do you think, Abby? Is there some way Mom and I can reach a compromise instead of being at a permanent impasse? My sister doesn't even care about this plight. She just keeps on following Mom's rules. Mom has said that I will probably live to be about 18 and she is not interested in another 10 years of picking up my "business" from various spots. I love Mom and she does take good care of me but I think on this "doggy business" stuff, she is being a bit ridiculous.
Thank you for writing. I understand your plight. My sympathy is always with a fellow doxie friend.
I do have a few suggestions, though. Please do not be offended with me when I say that, like your sister, I also am a fan of the outdoor toilet. I love, love, did I mention LOVE to go for walks. Potty happens along with walks ... so that is all good.
I would suggest that your Mom keep your leash or harness on indoors and take you either to the newspaper or outdoors at short regular intervals. I suggest one hour intervals to start, then two hours, and so forth. If you go potty in the place your Mom wishes -- this is the good part -- then you could get a treat every single time you go. Treats! This is what they call sweetening the deal.
I think it would be helpful to remove any delicate marking scents on the carpet with Simple Solution, Nature's Miracle, or something similar before this all starts. Then the doxie pre-approved areas will not smell as inviting.
I hope this is helpful! I am also hoping that blog readers will leave more suggestions in the comments below.
With love and good thoughts,