Ok. So I’m a neurotic dog owner. I never thought I would be, but I love him so much and there it is.
I had planned a great post for today, all glitzy and shiny. We’ve been housetraining Brinks all week and we were starting to feel a bit smug about his success.
‘We must have the cleverest dog in the world.” Thought Mr and Mrs Smug.
… I have been spending a lot of time out by the lavender beds …
Then Saturday arrived and with it came many accidents. Sometimes a few moments after the last one. We were mopping, cleaning and washing bedding, floors, not to mention a small writhing puppy. You name it, we washed it.
We toyed with the idea that maybe he had a infection. Surely that would explain this sudden setback…
…but no, I think it is simply that his routine got a bit out of whack and we need to go back a few paces.
So I will leave you, not with the glitzy post, but with a post explaining the reality of our weekend. At least it means I’ll be resuming my 30 minute trips out into the garden where I can ponder the loveliness of the new growth on the plants.
Do you have any suggestions for making the whole housetraining escapade a little more successful? Even your stories of woe might cheer me up at this point… something along the lines of ‘don’t worry, our dog did just the same and he hasn’t had an accident in the house for 5 years.’
Thanks, speak soon x