PUPPY WOES: EVEN ALBERT EINSTEIN PEED ALL OVER HIMSELF
Into week 12 and settling into my home nicely.
Well, there is a little issue with “my business” as Fay likes to say or “pee and poo” Bob refers to it as.
When you gotta go you gotta go doesn’t fly particularly well in this household. So there is a little puddle now and then or some other stuff that stinks. God made urine and feces so we dogs could mark our territory. Apparently even though I have made this house my territory for marking purposes it isn’t.
I am getting less than gentle reminders as my marking is responded to with frustration and stern words all of course according to puppy manuals stern words will scar me for life!
I love the outside. The backyard is more than simple territory. It is my kingdom. And when I do my “business” I receive the “good boy” compliment accompanied by a delicious treat. How nice of Bob and Fay. I am a West Highland Terrier and very intelligent say Bob and Fay. “He’ll pick it up quick.” Bob retorts adding, “I don’t mean picking THAT up.”
I am beginning to contemplate the proper locale to best exercise my bodily functions. It’s coming …not you know what but the thought process.
Bob sighs on occasion and mutters, “Even Einstein peed all over himself as a babe”.
