We don't claim to be masters of anything. I freely and honestly admit that. Including potty training a puppy. That's not going so well. We have Sadie trained to the point of the front door. She knows she has to go and she's supposed to go outside. She just can't open the door and we haven't figured out a way for her to tell us she has to go. Yup, she's been laying down poop at the front door two times now. I'm just happy it's not on the carpet as tile is a LOT easier to clean up. But still. It's smelly, disgustingly gross and highly unsanitary.
So what do I do with a husband who doesn't smell and/or see it and walks THROUGH it, not realizing that he did as he walked DOWN the stairs on the carpeted steps to see if he can figure out where the SMELL was coming from and walks back UP the stairs before he realizes what he did? I have to be honest. I'm not sure what situation is worse. The puppy or the hubby?
As I type this, my dear (sometimes doofus) husband is cleaning up the mess. Occasionally I have a wicked giggle escape as I hear him start to gag (I know, I'm quite mean!) but it's a good lesson for him to learn. I guarantee he'll never step in poopy again.
Now if only I can figure a way for the puppy to communicate that she needs to go outside, life would be, well, back to normal. Sort of.
God's peace to you all!
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