Einstein the Puggle

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I’ve been hiding an ugly secret

Mom has been cheating when it comes to potty training.

I wasn’t quite six weeks when I first came to live with Mom and Dad. It was really cold outside and Mom was ~~too lazy to get~~ didn’t feel like getting up in the middle of the night to take me outside to go potty. Besides, I was so short that Mom couldn’t tell if I was going potty or not and it was cooooooollllllllllld outside.

First she tried potty pads, but I just played with them and ripped them up. Next, she used this Floor Protection Tray. That worked out much better because there were no edges to tempt me. When Mom and Dad were awake, they kept it in the garage and took me out every half hour and told me to potty on it. I usually did, even if it was just for show.

At night, they put it in the kitchen where my doggie bed was. I was usually pretty good about going on it during the night, but hey it was dark and I missed a few times.

When I got a little older, they got me a UGODOG Indoor Dog Potty, because I was tracking potty over the floor after I’d go. This thing has grates on the top, which kept me from tracking wee wee all over the floor after I’d go potty.

This thing was great. They bought some cheap shop towels from Costco to put underneath the grate and changed them out a couple times a day. That was WAY cheaper than using potty pads and they felt good about not adding potty pads to the landfill.

Mom and Dad left it inside the house, behind the couch. Every time I’d go potty on my dog potty, they told me what a great kid I was. They also took me outside to go potty and I usually pottied on command like a champ. Well, unless something caught my eye. Then I’d forget what I was supposed to be doing.

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve pottied outside more than inside, so Mom took away my ~~crutch~~ Dog Potty and guess what? I’ve been accident free for three days! Mom is starting to trust me that I’ll ask when I need to go out and that’s working great. Dad still doesn’t trust me, so he takes me outside every time I wander behind the couch where my Dog Potty use to be. He’s getting his exercise, that’s for sure.

Mom doesn’t even put my dog potty in the kitchen at night anymore and I’ve held it all night long. I don’t know why she was so shocked. I’m almost six months old for Pete’s sake.

Sorry I’ve been holding out on you. I was sort of embarrassed that I wasn’t really potty trained, but now I am proud to say I’m a card carrying, going outside to potty guy!