Toilet training: Danny - 37, Owner - 2

Toilet training is ... not going so well.

We've had Danny for about a month now and he only pees on the newspaper when he is in his room. Once he's out, only poo goes on the paper, the other one? Well, it's a free-for-all.

Today was a classic example. In an attempt to confine him a bit more, mom tethered him to the railing and placed some paper in a corner right under him.

I went into the house to get something and when I came out, he had made a special effort to walk off the paper and take a leak on the floor.

I took the paper and spread it out so that it covered the radius of his leash. However, he was engrossed in a toy so I left one square foot uncovered.

I went back in again and I'm sure you can guess what happened.

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Yep, that's right. He peed right in that tiny spot and left the newspapers pristine clean. So cliche, right?

But that's not the end. Our friend decided he was tired (and maybe a little hot) and proceeded to lie down right in his own puddle! *Faints*

AND WHEN HE SAW ME, HE JUMPED UP AND PUT HIS PAWS RIGHT ON MY WHITE T-SHIRT! *FAINTS*

All my yells of "NOOOOOOOO!" just made him decide he really wanted to jump on me.

Anyway, normally if he steps in his pee, I just do a wet wipe on him. But this time, his whole underside was drenched. So I had to take the one with no sense of personal hygiene down for another bath. He just had one yesterday.

Rhoda likes Danny. So when she heard I was going to bathe him, she wanted in on the action. She held him while I took pics.

"Not again...Why me?"

"Is that a camera?"

"Yay! It's over!"

All things considered, I must say he's one better than Trakker, who thought the whole house was a toilet. Traks especially liked the fresh scent of the morning paper. By the time it got to us at breakfast, however, it wasn't quite so fresh any more.

Maybe I should be thankful Danny doesn't do it on the paper.