All Things Profane and Sacred

We've been having some mixed signal problems with the new doggy, Pogo. When Jude needs to pee, he goes to the door. If we don't notice him there, he'll circle back to us, walk to the door again and whine. It works very nicely.

When Pogo wants anything, he just looks at you. After a while he will either yip or make his wookie noise. This could mean he wants to play ball, sit with you and get lovin, get some food, get water or go pee. So last night we were trying to decipher why Pogo was staring us down. We started running through the list, and J suddenly realized that he never gave the boys supper. He told them to fetch their dishes, and they both started running around gathering their things. Then Pogo stopped in the middle of the library, and started peeing on the carpet.

Ai ya! I was laying on the hide-a-bed, saw him start to pee and shouted "Pogo!" and clapped my hands. Now let me explain-when I first got Jude he had some potty issues (he was a stray), and a trainer said that if you catch a dog peeing inside, you need to distract them so they stop, take them outside and then praise them for going outside. This seemed to work fine for Jude's bad habits. Unfortuneately, Pogo thought I was calling him, so he stopped peeing in the library, ran into the living room, jumped onto the hide-a-bed, and started peeing on it. I screamed in shock and jumped off the bed. Pogo was surprised, so he hopped off the hide-a-bed on to the couch, merrily peeing all the way.

By the time we regrouped and got him outside, everything was soaked in urine. Ah, the joys of dog ownership.