Sunday night: Lucy comes home. We fall in love. Lucy pees, Lucy poos, Lucy yaks (and eats it) - all in the living room.
Monday: In and Out. In and Out. All day long with our new baby. Lucy pees in the living room. She says doing her bui'ness outside is for the birds. Puzzled emails sent to Dog Rescuer/Whisperer from whence she came.
Tuesday: In and Out. In and Out. Cough, cough, achy head and scratchy throat (me, not Lucy). Am considering doggie diapers. Come home at lunch time to let her out. Lots of sniffing, no potty-ing. Slightly more concerned emails sent to Dog Rescuer/Whisperer. Come home to wet doggie bed in her crate.
Wednesday: Thirty minutes outside first thing in the morning with Ms. Lucy. She starts eating something (don't even want to think what it is) that is buried under some leaves. No pottying. My head feels like it is about to fall off. Go off to run errands. Come back and spend lots of time with Lucy. Frequently outside. No results. Run a few more errands and back a couple of hours later to a doggie bed COMPLETELY SOILED IN EVERY WAY. Gag a bit. Fling poo out the french doors. Scrub down the cage. Make the cage area smaller. Consider crawling in bed and waking up in January.
Thursday: Get up early and spend about 15 minutes outside with Lucy before giving up the ghost because my head is about to explode. Go to work. Come home at lunch and spend some outside time in addition to some quality snuggle inside time with my doggie girl working on therapy notes (re: tooling around on Facebook). Give her a short walk before going back to work. Call The World's Best Doctor (cue fireworks) who calls in an antibiotic for me. Pick up prescription, children, and sanity and go home to a sopping wet towel. More heaving sighs. Send Frantic email to Dog Rescuer/Whisperer. Wonder if she is considering changing her email address.
Friday: Up at 6:00am to let Lucy out but come in 20 minutes later because really? What's the point? Run a few errands and come back about two hours later to the NASTIEST MESS EVER SEEN ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. Which is all over her fluffy doggie bed. And the fluffy doggie. And now, me. Wonder if my doctor will also prescribe some Xanax over the phone. Immediately bathe dog. Feel sure that sleeping until February is not the worst idea ever. Send incoherent voicemail to sis-in-law (hi Shannon!) to request an Emergency Dog Whisperer Session with someone she works with. Pick up son early from school and get comfort food for me for lunch. Take a nap with hubbers, dog, and cat all in the same bed. Wake up to several inches of snow. Cringe knowing that taking Lucy out now will be ten times harder. Put the leash on her and shush her out the door and...she goes immediately to a spot in the front yard and...PEES! She PEES, people!!
It may be the last time she pees outside in the next week, but it does make me willing to wake up for Christmas.
My old girl seems to be having a much easier time negotiating the great outdoors with the snow covered ground. We have had NO accidents in our house since the snow started. She has actually ventured a little further than normal in our tundra out back. Glad your baby girl has discovered the snow - much luck with the potty training when the snow disappears!
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