Just in case you think my dog is an angel I will tell you last night I was dashing across the wet lawn at 11 o’clock, in my sock feet.
Why? you might ask.
Well, Casper was just about to take a pee. That is very, very naughty. Not peeing per se, but peeing anywhere but in the designated area.
We have painstakingly trained him to go do his business in his pen. From puppyhood, we worked exhaustively to help him know that, should he feel any elimination urges, no matter where in our two acre yard he was, we expected him to lope back to the graveled pen. There were rewards. There was praise.
Now, I see he’s had a memory lapse over the winter. Time for a tune-up.
Just goes to remind this old dog trainer, you must be ever vigilant or the behaviour slips. Now I’m off to search the yard for poo bombs. I suspect he may have slippped up in that area too!
Should I file this in the ‘way too much information’ category?