As you know, our lovely Layla Lush is in the process of being potty trained. Now, I understand she is oh-so-cute. In fact, we have an old soccer ball that she sometimes carries and allows me to pretend she’s fetching. (I’ll try to get a pic-its adorable-the soccer ball is as big as she is and sometimes she trips and rolls over it!!!)
However, last night in one of our many, many trips outside to go potty, I left her outside for a minute to grab the phone. During that time, our neighbor wanted to play with her through the fence. For the record, this man is easily 45, if not more, so no, we are not talking about a 6 year old. I came out, saw it, and let him play with her. No harm, except he seemed to let her bite his hand. (play bite, but bite) Well, we are trying to have her chew on things other than hands, shoes, furniture. Thus far, its been fairly successful, but I think it might be because of the fact her teeth are small. Anyway, ok, so he played, I brought her back inside. I’m sure she didn’t go potty-why would she? It was play time. So then of course, she “went” inside. Fabulous.
Fast forward an hour-we are back outside. He calls his dogs inside, but remains out there, talking to her through the fence (I see you, that kind of thing). I try to hint to him that she’s out there for a reason and please shut up… I say “Layla, quit chewing on grass, do your business”. But then he just keeps on. Man, shut-up. I’m trying to train our dog here. Yeah, she’s cute. Let her pee and poo and then I’ll even let you hold her. She’s way cuter when you don’t have to clean up her messes, trust me.
Argh.
2 comments:
You're preaching to the choir sister! At first we were great with training the whippets, but it was gone with the first trip to the in-laws where they learned fun tricks such as begging for food at the table.
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