Someday I'll have time to post again. Maybe watch some TV. Make dinner at a leisurely pace. Sit down to read. Or sit to eat, or talk to a friend, or even knit. For now, I'm on the move.
Bindi is sweet, loving, bouncy and completely not house-trained. She happily trots around the house, peeing when and where she feels. She never asks to go outside as it doesn't occur to her, I guess.
Housetraining a new dog is a full-time job. Too bad I already have a full-time job. I seem to recall this was what potty-training was like, but I've flushed that memory (ha ha). Actually, Henry's day-care-takers were the ones who potty-trained him. I just went along with their program.
The books recommend keeping the dog in her kennel whenever she's not eating, playing actively or on a walk. But that would mean she'd be in her kennel 20 hours a day, and what's the point of being rescued if that's your fate? So I clip on her leash and tie it to my waist as I cook, clean, pick up socks and talk on the phone. This way she can't sneak off and pee, and it's a bonding moment. I'm not always sure who's the one on the leash in this situation, but I'm sure we'll be able to separate eventually.
Then we take walks or go to the dog park. Always in the dark, always cold. I've really learned my neighborhood by feel these days. We have a ball that glows in the dark that's really useful. Juggling mittens, flashlight, dog potty bags, the leash and my coffee is really tricky at 5:30 am, but I'm getting the hang of it. I really can't wait til spring.
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