That he is going to be stuck in outside if he doesn't stop using our house as his personal toilet! He is on my very last nerve. I haven't been allowing him sleep on the bed at night lately because he is so oblivious with where his paws are and I worry he will accidentally step on Gracie. With this change, combined with the rain, Alvin has decided, why go outside when you can just squat and go within the comforts of your own house? I would feel sorry for him with the rain but I have a very large covered patio and it's the only place Alvin potties anyway. For whatever reason, Alvin has never been willing to step on the lawn or on the dirt and so he insists on walking, resting, and going potty on the concrete. Apparently a dry, covered area just doesn't cut it when there is rain, the threat of rain, or rain in the past 48 hours. I am waking up in the morning to at least three large puddles of urine and poop spread throughout the living room/dining room because Alvin has to go in small amounts and then walk and do more. The worst part about it is that there has been several times when I have stepped in it with bare feet in the middle of the night. It is just gross and for the first time ever, I have looked at Alvin and don't find him cute right now. The crazy part is that we nearly freeze to death because Alvin is unable to signal when he needs to go out and so I leave the sliding glass door open 24 hours a day. I should just shut it when it's raining and admit defeat but I hold out hope while hunkered down underneath two down comforters.
Before the rain even got here I ended up busting Alvin big time! I often wake up to some poop in the living room and I have assumed it was Gracie because I have had a very difficult time potty training her. It is because she always walks in a crouched position and so it is nearly impossible to catch her going and take her outside. Gracie left for 36 hours for her surgery and I'll be darned if "Gracie" was able to keep pooping in absentia.......that was what the look on Alvin's face was trying to tell me. It turns out that Alvin has been joining in on Gracie's poop party.
I forgot to mention in the previous post that Alvin has learned how to take treats out of my hand. You may remember that in the past, Alvin would nearly take off my fingers trying to get the treat. We were able to get beyond that with all my fingers attached, but because of Alvin's neurological issues he couldn't figure out how to get his mouth open the right way to get the treat in his mouth. I don't know what changed but all of a sudden he was able to take the treats just like a real dog. Too bad it came right in the middle of his diet and although he is more than willing to keep practicing, I have to put the breaks on treat time. It's always something for poor Alvin!