Letting the dog out

No, this isn’t a porn post or anything like that, you weirdos.

Our dog is three now and is driving me crazy. She wants to go outside about every hour or so. First we start with the staring contest, in which I can feel her big brown eyes cajoling me to let her out. I turn, and sure enough, she is looking at me with an anxious expression. “I just let you out”, I tell her, but she is having none of that. Sighing and grumbling, I open the door. “Wheee” she says, running outside.

“Wait. What is this white stuff? It’s…it’s everywhere! My feet are cold. My ears are cold. You want me to pee out here?! Ain’t gonna happen.” Back into the house we go.

Lather, rinse, and repeat. She finally pees when she’s desperate, and returns to the sofa for a long nap. It’s been a tough day of futility, after all. I really wish I could take her for walks but we don’t have sidewalks in the subdivision and the street is often icy and very slippery. There’s a lake across the street and not much to break the wind, so it gets very cold out there. I don’t do well with cold anyhow, which makes Michigan the perfect place to live this time of year.:wink:

She’s looking at me again with that anxious expression. Oy.

You’re lucky… All the dogs I’ve lived with have been very good at breaking wind.

I had a dog that didn’t like going out when it was really cold. I think it hurt her feet. I got her some doggy shoes and while she didn’t like having them put on, she eventually got to the point where she wouldn’t go out without them.

Maybe some shoes will help her?

Count your lucky starsPH.

My sister just had cancer surgery so I am watching her Terri-poo and Yorkie girls.
This would not normally be a challenge except I have 2 dogs of my own.

I have a male Lhassa Apso and a 2 year old male Pug.

These dogs have all met each other, but Christ, they are a pita when I have them all together.

My parents had 4 human children and I can’t imagine that scenario.

:smack::smack::smack:

When I was little I had a dog and when it got bitter out, he’d act all like “It’s too cold.” He’d go out do his barking or whatever and come right back in.

But as soon as I went out to shovel the snow or whatever, he’d run out to play with me.

I think a lot of it is just “dog politics.” Doggie will probably get used to the snow and cold as the season wears on