Sometimes I feel like a bad dog owner. This isn’t because I abuse them or ignore them. This is because they still pee and poop in the house.
We adopted our dogs through the Dachshund Rescue of North America almost 4 years ago (and would do so again because we strongly support animal rescues). When we adopted them, they were about 4 and 9 years old. They were mostly potty trained but had some difficulty for the first few months (and I totally understood… they were in a completely new environment).
They’ve gotten much better but every so often, they’ll sneak off into a different room and pee or poop. And they do it on the carpet! We only have 2 carpeted rooms in the house (not including the basement) and they ALWAYS go on the carpet. It drives me bonkers.
Anywho – the other night little Emily snuck out of the bed in the middle of the night. And yes, we let them sleep in bed with us and I’m sure the Dog Whisperer wouldn’t approve of that but we just can’t help it. So – she snuck off and being the ridiculously light sleeper that I am, I heard her. I listened carefully to hear if she went down the stairs for a drink of water but she didn’t. I got up and walked into the guest room and turned on the lights.
Emily was crapping on the carpet. I screamed, “EMILY!” to which she responded with one last squeeze of poop and then she scampered out of the room. I was mad. Not mad enough to grab her and rub her face in it (I don’t understand owners that do that) but mad enough that I wasn’t going to let her sleep in the comfort of MY bed!
I cleaned up the poop then scooped her out of bed and promptly put her in her kennel for the evening.
I was then plagued with dreams of her limbs falling off. yes, HER LIMBS WERE FALLING OFF. My dream was of her walking through a field and just randomly losing a leg. Plop. Leg on ground. No blood. Just a detached leg. Then another. Then another. Clearly I felt guilty for not letting her sleep in bed even though she shit on my carpet.
When I woke up and went into the kitchen where the kennel is, she didn’t pop out of the covers in her kennel so I figured she was mad. Jeremy called me at work to tell me that she had diarrhea in her kennel and was probably hiding from me in fear that I would yell (I hardly ever yell at the dogs). He pointed out that I cruelly put her in her kennel to lay in her own shit when she was obviously sick. UGH. I still feel guilty even though I’m sure she has long forgotten.
Cesar Milan would definitely not approve.