Long-time readers will remember that when we moved to our new house two and a half years ago, I was heavily pregnant with Woody. At that stage, I knew that if I put in some effort to teach Bullseye where to 'do her business', it would pay off and we'd be happy in the long run. But I was too large and uncomfortable to put the effort in, so first one then another 'number 2' went on the back lawn.
Before we knew it, Bullseye had designated pretty much the whole lawn as a Dog Toilet and we've been picking up or avoiding the area ever since. Her two favourite places are under the swing set (very bad) and the spot where I stand when I do my gardening (also very bad.)
Six months ago I formulated a plan to re-designate the Dog Toilet through an elaborate routine of:
- giving Bullseye to my Mum and Dad for the September week we were going to be away
- watering the lawn to minimise Dog Toilet smell
- spraying the lawn with that smelly stuff that's supposed to deter dogs from doing their business in that spot, and finally
- when the little hound came home, keeping her at the side of the house for a few days to re-designate that as Dog Toilet. It's the best spot in the yard, I figure.
Crazy? Yeah, but it was my best shot. I don't care if you don't believe it would work, or if you tried the smelly stuff without success, I HAD to give the plan a go. You understand? It was either try it or don't. Pull out all the stops, using a week where Bullseye was scheduled for a holiday away anyway, or just give up and keep stepping in the Dog Toilet. Okay?
I was prepared for it to fail because of a number of factors. The dog going lame wasn't one of them.
Her stay in hospital was a diversion I wasn't expecting but I took it in my stride, sighing a deep sigh for the outcome of my Grand Dog Toilet Re-Designation as I did so. Still, I was hopeful that I could continue with the plan once she was home.
And now - oh joy of joys! - the dear thing is home, much less fluffy and certainly less steady on her feet, but she's home!
And what did she do once she got back on her turf?
She went out to the spot under the swings, and did a celebratory dump.
It seems that the universe is laughing at me.