I think repeatedly, “Don’t kill the dog. Don’t kill the dog. Don’t kill the dog.”
What is it about potty training a puppy that is so infuriating? Our new puppy is sitting around 50/50 for shitting in the house versus outside. I swear she stores it for the forbidden parts of the house. We follow the rules; crate-outside to pee – eat – go back outside after 20 minutes for poopy – playtime – nap time – potty – eat dinner – go back outside after 20 minutes for poopy – free play – pee before bed. Wake up if she is whining and go outside again. This is the routine. It is reliable. It works.
Except when it doesn’t. Which is 50% of the time. The primary problem is my dog and the fact that she is a yellow-bellied-Red-Badge-of-Courage-scared-of-her-own-shadow textbook pussy.
We will walk circles around the backyard looking for the perfect blade of grass to shit on and her butt hole will be puckered into a bag of hemorrhoids. A half opened airlock from a sci-fi movie. This is happening. Awesome. The perfect storm for a speedy dump which is good because the mosquitoes are usually eating me alive.
Just as the turtle head is starting to crown she will hear the whisper of a dog barking from seven blocks away. Probably the smallest dog on the Earth. Suddenly, the emerging turd sucks up like a landing gear and the tail locks down between her legs as she runs to the door, begging to go inside. She refuses to go back out but I can’t trust her to walk around on shore leave with a loaded gun. Five minutes later she is sniffing and circling in the living room so I take her back outside. Again something barely louder than a mouse fart spooks her into a panic constipation. At this point I lean down and talk to her like Americans talk to people who don’t understand English, I say “GO POOP!” loud enough that my neighbors can hear me through the fence. She looks at me with a blank stare.
We go back into the house and I am defeated. Supermom and I have a conversation about the pooping dog.
SM: Did she poop.
UD: No. She saw her shadow so six more weeks before a bowel movement.
SM: Maybe she doesn’t have to go.
UD: She was almost finished. She just needed to pinch it off and call it a day and she pulled it back up. Like a fucking snail retreating into its stinky shell. I swear if she shits in the living room I’m going to beat her until my hand hurts.
SM: She doesn’t know.
UD: Oh she knows…
She starts circling again. I grab the leash again and we go outside. Again.
This time the stars align and she has complete reverence from nature which allows her to poop. Suddenly I am very proud of her and want her to be positive about pooping outside. We celebrate and confirm how good of a girl she is. Judy Cornbread is totally excited about her accomplishment and races into the house to get her poop treat.
UD: Tell mommy how good you are Judy!
SM: *talking to the dog* Did you go poopy!?
UD: She did!
And we wait a few hours and do it all again.
If your dog has a shy anus, this post is for you. You’re welcome.
-Underdaddy to the rescue.
Amen brother! We just got a puppy three days ago and completely forgot how freaking frustrating it is!!!!
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Best of luck! My floor is littered with chewing confetti.
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Hilarious! I’m not laughing at you but with you and your realistic depiction of potty training.
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It’s okay. I would laugh at me too! I had it so good and I turned around and got another dog.
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Stay tuned for follow-up post people…
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😂😂 potty training is the worst!!
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I just need it to click already. Who has time for this crap?
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