|These two produce an inordinate amount of poop.|
When we decided to get our second dog, Tony, I did not think of how I was going to have double the dog shit in our tiny yard, nor did I think house-training him would be a big deal.
Where we are with the house training: I am inordinately proud of myself for teaching Tony to ring the bells I hung on the doors when he wants to go out.
Honestly, though, that was easy, took about a day for him to get it.
The hard part: convincing Tony that, yes, it is important to never pee or poop in the house.
Also, he abuses those bells, sometimes ringing them every few minutes, and for a wide variety of reasons, such as he’d like to lay out in the sun.
Which is fine, except we have discovered that it is impossible to make our driveway gate “Tony-proof.” He can get under it when it’s closed. However, we can’t make that gap any smaller or it won’t open.
(Contemplating an “invisible fence,” if you’ve got any advice about that.)
So, for weeks, I have been at the other end of the leash, poop bag in hand, every time Tony (and Lola, who always comes along) has pooped or peed.
There are times in life when biology is much more front and center than usual.
I told this to my husband, a gastroenterologist. “Yeah, tell me about it,” he said.
Working on getting Tony's and Lola's biology back to humming along without quite so much of my involvement.