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Hola from sunny Mexico. I need the poodle army's great advice.
Waffles sliced a paw pad wide open last week. It was deep and fully across the pad. He did this in a game of chase with Sherlock on the edge of the patio tile (it is being reworked this week even though he had to hit it just right to cause the cut.) The wound has heeled nicely. The two vet visits cost me a total of $11 USD. I love Mexico and the fact I can take the dogs to the vet with no worried of a bill. But I'm facing a secondary issue. He now doesn't want to play chase anymore (but seems to be getting over that one as long as it is in the house,) but worse, doesn't want to go out to pee or poo in the back yard.
And he is picking all the wrong places to go. The first accident was on the king size brand new mattress on the third floor. I rarely go up to the third floor but I smelled it. Luckily there was a memory foam pad on top. Unluckily, it was an expensive memory foam top. And he had runny stools. I just though he went up there because he was feeling ill and it was a "go" emergency that couldn't wait for me to get a door open. One tossed memory foam pad and a can of Fa-breeze later.....
Then, the next day I heard him in my dressing room. The door is usually shut so I though he was exploring because I just pilled up all the winter blankets to encase in bags to store. What he was doing was peeing all over everything. It was apparent his badder was on full. I could have done a back stroke though the yellow swim pool he made. So, five blankets, two pillows, and the area rug cleaned....
I thought back and realized he didn't go out with us to go potty. I rarely keep track of who goes when because with three, I'm opening the door for one every half hour. And a lot of days, it is left wide open all day.
Then that night, while I was at my desk, I head tinkling - and it wasn't bells. I walked around the corner and he had peed Sherlock into a corner of the hall. They had been playing together and I guess he couldn't hold it any more and just stopped and let it go. Two mop buckets and a bottle of disinfectant later....
Again, I didn't recall him peeing when we went out. As it was dark, I took him to the front yard and he instantly pooed - a big "I have held this in for a few meals" poo. Since then, I am having to let him out front because he won't go out back.
This happened to me with a past dog when I lived in Texas. She went out and squatted in a fire ant den. She did not go on grass ever again after that. That was okay as we had a huge yard with a couple of patio areas. And I sympathized with her. Her feet and legs were swollen for weeks. The vet couldn't stop comforting her when I took her in. Anyone who has had one bite relates. But I can't keep taking Waffles out front. There is no fence, he is slow to go because it is a fun place with lots of animal smells, and this isn't practical at all.
I can get Waffles out with a treat into the back yard but he eats and stands by me as it seems he doesn't want the big bad patio to bite him again. He is going to the front door to tell me he wants out now but I need to figure out how to get him to not fear the loo in the back.
It doesn't help that right now I have a crew of five to seven men at any given time in the yard doing a huge landscaping project and there is fresh cement involved if the two who aren't afraid to venture are not watched very close. I'm basically pooing and peeing them one at a time and it seems like all I do all day. We do have a lovely dog park that is always almost totally empty (and has such responsible owners when there are dogs there.) I'm doing that once a day for now.
Any ideas? Let him drink five beers and take him out back till he breaks the seal? Mercy - just kidding. I forget there is no sarcasm font
Thanks crew!
Waffles sliced a paw pad wide open last week. It was deep and fully across the pad. He did this in a game of chase with Sherlock on the edge of the patio tile (it is being reworked this week even though he had to hit it just right to cause the cut.) The wound has heeled nicely. The two vet visits cost me a total of $11 USD. I love Mexico and the fact I can take the dogs to the vet with no worried of a bill. But I'm facing a secondary issue. He now doesn't want to play chase anymore (but seems to be getting over that one as long as it is in the house,) but worse, doesn't want to go out to pee or poo in the back yard.
And he is picking all the wrong places to go. The first accident was on the king size brand new mattress on the third floor. I rarely go up to the third floor but I smelled it. Luckily there was a memory foam pad on top. Unluckily, it was an expensive memory foam top. And he had runny stools. I just though he went up there because he was feeling ill and it was a "go" emergency that couldn't wait for me to get a door open. One tossed memory foam pad and a can of Fa-breeze later.....
Then, the next day I heard him in my dressing room. The door is usually shut so I though he was exploring because I just pilled up all the winter blankets to encase in bags to store. What he was doing was peeing all over everything. It was apparent his badder was on full. I could have done a back stroke though the yellow swim pool he made. So, five blankets, two pillows, and the area rug cleaned....
I thought back and realized he didn't go out with us to go potty. I rarely keep track of who goes when because with three, I'm opening the door for one every half hour. And a lot of days, it is left wide open all day.
Then that night, while I was at my desk, I head tinkling - and it wasn't bells. I walked around the corner and he had peed Sherlock into a corner of the hall. They had been playing together and I guess he couldn't hold it any more and just stopped and let it go. Two mop buckets and a bottle of disinfectant later....
Again, I didn't recall him peeing when we went out. As it was dark, I took him to the front yard and he instantly pooed - a big "I have held this in for a few meals" poo. Since then, I am having to let him out front because he won't go out back.
This happened to me with a past dog when I lived in Texas. She went out and squatted in a fire ant den. She did not go on grass ever again after that. That was okay as we had a huge yard with a couple of patio areas. And I sympathized with her. Her feet and legs were swollen for weeks. The vet couldn't stop comforting her when I took her in. Anyone who has had one bite relates. But I can't keep taking Waffles out front. There is no fence, he is slow to go because it is a fun place with lots of animal smells, and this isn't practical at all.
I can get Waffles out with a treat into the back yard but he eats and stands by me as it seems he doesn't want the big bad patio to bite him again. He is going to the front door to tell me he wants out now but I need to figure out how to get him to not fear the loo in the back.
It doesn't help that right now I have a crew of five to seven men at any given time in the yard doing a huge landscaping project and there is fresh cement involved if the two who aren't afraid to venture are not watched very close. I'm basically pooing and peeing them one at a time and it seems like all I do all day. We do have a lovely dog park that is always almost totally empty (and has such responsible owners when there are dogs there.) I'm doing that once a day for now.
Any ideas? Let him drink five beers and take him out back till he breaks the seal? Mercy - just kidding. I forget there is no sarcasm font
Thanks crew!