Whalen and Midge are my fast friends these days.
Whalen, the male, and Midge, the female are brothers and sisters, three litters apart.
Midge and Whalen are both "sandbox trained." They go poop and "potty" in a sandbox just like a cat. Except today, when the girl looked me in the eye and peed on the floor!
I took action, scolding softly and IMPRISONING her in a cage which precluded her roaming the house. She stayed with the sandbox for the better part of the day.
Char suggested that perhaps I hadn't changed the sand, (I hadn't)and that perhaps I should. I did. I went to Petco and bought some flushable, "organic" corn-based litter. I poured out the old, sanitized the box...and replaced the stuff. Whalen immediately peed and eventually pooped. (He gets it.)
Midge, went in the box and began to eat the danged stuff!
EAT IT! She pooped nary a whit. But, she did EAT IT! However, upon return from an errand tonight, I discovered a NEW poop. I think it was hers. She's no longer in exile from the rest of the house. I'm such a softy.
Mom goes to her oncologist tomorrow. I pick her up at 1pm and take her in. It's her quarterly cancer update. I think she'll fare well.
I'm off to bed. Time to sleep so that I can work out at 5:30am. (I worked out six days this week.)
Sunday, July 1, 2007
This is an amazing place, Nodak.
Two weeks ago, I was having my basement cleaned up after our monsoon season. The sump pump failed, and the basement flooded.
This week, my lawn is cracked from a lack of moisture.
What gives widdat'?
Today is a windy, hazy, crazy, lazy day of summer.
I think it's time to drink a beer and watch the NASCAR race from New Hampshire.
My little Midge, the female of the two dachshunds, peed on the floor and I have her in prison. She's caged in next to her sandbox. She has water and food and nowhere to go except POTTY. She's whining and crying. Whalen, the male, is frolicking and eating...He never gets to frolic with his pesky sister around. He's enjoying the break from the little gal. Don't worry, she's not sentenced to life...unless she pees on the floor again. Hi ho..
Two weeks ago, I was having my basement cleaned up after our monsoon season. The sump pump failed, and the basement flooded.
This week, my lawn is cracked from a lack of moisture.
What gives widdat'?
Today is a windy, hazy, crazy, lazy day of summer.
I think it's time to drink a beer and watch the NASCAR race from New Hampshire.
My little Midge, the female of the two dachshunds, peed on the floor and I have her in prison. She's caged in next to her sandbox. She has water and food and nowhere to go except POTTY. She's whining and crying. Whalen, the male, is frolicking and eating...He never gets to frolic with his pesky sister around. He's enjoying the break from the little gal. Don't worry, she's not sentenced to life...unless she pees on the floor again. Hi ho..
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