Or – When ya gotta go, ya gotta go…

We are currently going thru stage 2 of puppy potty training.  Harley is now 9 months, and he has had the whole ‘I should go outside to do my business’ thing down pretty good for a while now.  We add an extra degree of complication, in that we have a concrete ‘Pee Patch’ in the yard that is where they are supposed to go.  It allows us to sanitize the area, and keeps damage to the grass to a minimum.

Harley has been resistant to using the patch, and today I fenced in a section so that we can put him in it and he can’t escape.  That just ratcheted up the battle of wills – he will sit and look at me, but will not go.  Eventually I let him out, because hey, we don’t always have to go.

After dinner tonight, we settled into a movie and surfing while Harley and Eve played in the dining room adjacent to our living room.  They were roughhousing about as they so often do, when suddenly Harley appeared at the door with a panicked look on his face.

He had to go, and as they say – ya gotta go when ya gotta go, cuz if you don’t, when you do you will find you’ve already gone.  He turned and made for the back door and the urgency of the matter hit critical mass.  Unfortunately, while he did make for the back door, things were already in motion.

I have never seen so much come from so little – of a dog.  There was no need for a correction, he knew that what was happening wasn’t good and we were laughing so hard at the entire situation  we couldn’t have even if we wanted to.  Not that we did want to, this was just one of those things that happens with a new puppy in the house.

We’ll get there… eventually…  And we now have a squeaky clean country kitchen floor.

S