As usual, I had plenty of time this evening to contemplate the differing evacuation procedures that my two dogs put me through.
Eight months old Sebastian is the easy one. While he still hasn’t quite grasped how to ask to go out (necessitating regular, scheduled trips out), he almost always pees on the nearest patch of grass after exiting the house. He’ll poop within the next two minutes, walk a few steps, then poop again. Repeat as often as you’d like at at least one hour but no more than six hour intervals, and he’ll keep going the same exact way. His only demand is that he always gets to go out too if Duncan is going out.
Duncan. Oh my stars and garters, Duncan. The suffering he puts me through.
He’s the elder (at a year and a half), and despite our constant attempts to teach him to go on demand, remains a thorn in our sides. Any potty act, pee or poop, is a major production. He, at least, will bark when he needs to go out. However:
- He will only go in the side yard (pee only), backyard, at the side of the road when being walked for real, or in the middle of the road. (My dog walker started leaving me notes suggesting theme songs for him, such as “Why Don’t We Do It In The Road”.)
If we’re staying on our property, his current path is down the stairs, up the left side of the driveway to the street, around my car (avoiding the grass on our now-left), crossing to the other side to walk down the right side of my husband’s car, crossing back over in front of the garage, and then down the side yard, stopping at three predefined points to peer through the bushes at the neighbor’s yard.
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If I am at home or in its immediate environs, he will ONLY go for me. He will quite literally dig in his heels if my husband tries to take him out, and if forced outside will refuse to do anything no matter how long my husband waits. He’s fine with whomever walks him if I’m away or at work.
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He will not go out between the hours of 11:00 pm and 5:30 am.
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He will avoid the grass if it is wet.
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He will refuse to go outside in anything heavier than a light drizzle, no matter how badly he needs to go. My dog walker also swears that he has the largest bladder of any dog she’s ever met - he will quite literally hold it for up to 18 hours or so rather then get wet. (Oddly, he loves the snow.)
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Don’t even mention fireworks or thunder. You’ll find him under the couch, and he will be staying there thank you very much.
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Once I have him actually outside and in the correct bit of it, it doesn’t matter if he’s been barking frantically to go out for the last hour. He’ll take between 10 and 45 minutes for him to actually go (if he even actually does). Part of the problem is that every little noise will distract him, but a lot of it is just me waiting while he sniffs around.
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I can count on maybe two hands the number of times that he’s ever gone both pee and poop on the same trip out. It’s not unusual for us to be back inside for less than 15 minutes before he’s asking to go out again to do the other one.
All I can say is, he’s lucky he’s cute.