When we first got Snuffy, we worked very hard to train him to poop on command (good for cocktail parties and whatnot). We were derailed by a months-long saga that involved giardia, numerous food allergies, and bloody diarrhea, the upshot of which is we now cook him chicken for breakfast every morning and he eats only (very expensive) prescription duck and potatoes dog food. It also meant he wasn't entirely in control of his bowels, and truly could not poop when told to. He is still funny about pooping, and won't go at all unless he is being walked. We can leave him out playing with his dog friends for many hours, only to have him come in and start whining fifteen minutes later in legitimate distress. Sometimes I walk him around the yard and he'll go there, but mostly he requires a long jaunt around the neighborhood.
He prefers, if possible, to go right along the edge of the curb. Right now there is about a foot of snow on the ground. It has melted and re-frozen several times, so it has a nice crust that breaks through if you step on it. Snuffy, however, cannot be deterred. So he now wades through snow that despite his high clearance comes up almost to his stomach. It is pretty funny to watch. As Aaron says, he is very particular.
He is still great about peeing whenever and wherever we tell him to (except, of course, in New York City).
This morning when I took him out to pee he saw another dog and pulled me across the new layer of snow like I was on a sled.
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1 comment:
This is taking getting the inside poop to the exteme! Happy birthday to Z and Dylan.
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