Getting to know you… getting to know all about you…
Living with
Frosty.. and the scary Wed.
We got
Frosty on Saturday.. and the potty
outside isn’t going well.. We have been
walking around and around the yard.. to no avail.. Reminding me of the book called Everynight,
Josephine.. about her battle of getting her dog to potty outside.. and how
after a half hour to an hour of walking the streets of
So I
mention to her previous owner about having trouble of getting her to settle
down and not potty in the house. She
said the little devil.. just tell her to
go potty…. She will do it.. OH, you do
use pads inside the house.. RIGHT?
Well, no.. no one said anything about that.. lol who knew..
With Misty we just took her potty every two hours and after a couple of
months we would let us know.. but we did offer anyway, every 2 hours.. She could hold it up to 6 hours.. but we didn’t like to let her go.. so our
visiting time with others were kept at 4 hours. .. So
I get the pads the next day.. Yes she does pee on the pad and poop.. BUT NOT
OUTSIDE.. WE ARE STILL WORKING ON THAT..
The neighbors must think we are a nut case, as we trail behind this dog,
say a mantra of … go potty… go potty Frosty..
go pee .. go pee.. but if they
have potty trained their dog, they will understand.. so if you see a grey hair woman in the dark
walking her back yard.. saying over and
over.. go poop, go potty… go
potty.. that would be me.
Then on
Wed. she scared the crap out of
us.. We had gone all around the fence
and gates to look for escape areas.. and thought we had it covered.. NOT..
See the
King got tired of walking the yard with a lease in hand… so he let her loose but stayed with her.. So
he informed me when I got up.. she goes in and out of the doggy door really
well, so you can just let her go on her own..
SHE WILL BE FINE.. he says.. yea
right.. She went in and out of the door
3 times.. so thought well maybe… I went
to get the wash out of the hamper, to put in the washer.. and looked around… WHERE
IS THE DOG!?.. all thru the house.. NO
DOG.. all thru the yard.. front and back.. NO DOG… so walked up and down the
road.. NO DOG… he drove up and down the roads.. NO DOG.. So how do we tell the previous owner… we
lost the DOG!!... look some more before I tell her.. Then gave up and put up a missing note on our
local Facebook forum.. and BINGO!! There she is.. in all her glory.. she has been photographed and taken to the
local animal shelter.. We raced over.
But forgot to bring a picture of her..
Told them I have a photo of her with me. (thank you daughter for taking
a picture of us on Monday) … So back to
the house to get the picture.. message the previous owner, that the shelter
will probably be calling her.. Go back
with picture.. Ok, that proves that I
KNEW THE DOG.. but is it MINE DOG? THE
CHIP SAYS NO. The first owner , gives info.. that the dog went to another
person and that person’s name. So
while I gave all the info I had.. I did not have the previous owners phone
number. So went back home.. got a
message from the previous owner.. and I gave her the phone number to call and
the gals name.. Then the call came.. come get YOUR dog. .. Whew..
so back there.. The gals was
really super nice.. when we talked she
said she thought the dog was mine. (picture) but legally she couldn’t release
her until she got word.. So we went
back over and got FROSTY.. who was no worse for the wear… We found out that she went east, not west of
our house.. she was in the flaming
HIGHWAY… and some wonderful women,
got out of their cars, and blocked the highway, and rounded her up… OH THANK GOD!!!... We got home.. and once again we are circling the yard.. check and double checked. There were two ify
paces.. so the King blocked them.. But I
am in no hurry to let her loose again..
it is back to the leash.. and walking the yard.. and her going in
circles.. and the cat joining us and trying to trip me, while Frosty tries to
trip me with the lease.. and back to …
GO POTTY.. GO POTTY.. bit again..
Got to say
we are saving on our rug, as she is using the pads really well…
The gal at
the shelter said there is a 3 and 3 rule.. 3 weeks for her to feel like it is
her home.. and 3 months to feel we are her family… Misty was soooooooooooooo much easier.. but
Misty was a tiny puppy.. and Frosty is
4. So we shall make it.. keep telling myself that..
OH… ONE
MORE THING…
When we got
Frosty… the King said.. we are not going to share our bed with her… like we did
with Misty… I agreed.. So what happen on Thursday night?... you got it right..
he bends down and picks her up and puts her under the covers.. I said.. what happen to we were NOT going to
have her sleep with us.. He said
quietly.. well she was crying.. and she put her paws up on the bed near my head
and cried some more.. what could I do? Oh, boy.. I think I have two to train.. but
yep, she is going to be sleeping on our bed.
GEESH!!... good thing she is so
dainty and cute..
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