I am not a dog person, meaning I am not that crazy about them but I do find them cute and lovable. So when my nephew offered a furry little puppy to my son, ( guess what, I don't even know what breed the puppy is), I welcomed "Courage" (yes, the cowardly dog, my sons' idea) with open arms.
The first few hours were honeymoon. I even gave Courage a welcome fresh milk drink and had him taste all the goodies from the fridge (except the "treated meat" like hotdogs and ham "cause I"ve been previously warned).
The next morning was a reality bite. In the corners, here and there are spots of stinky dog feces. Some are dry and some are wet with urine. This went on for another two days. It's true that necessity is the mother of invention, because as I smirk towards seeing more feces every unfresh mornings of my day, I decided this has got to stop.
You know what I did which worked? Listen…
I use a dustpan and a stickbroom in picking up the poos. On the third day, after picking up the dirty poo from our floor, I called on Courage who came to me with wagging tail. I held his head and pushed his nose unto the poo, saying with a stern voice, “See this poo Courage, I don't want any of this! No poopoo in the house, and I made a loud stumping sound using the broomstick as I hit the floor. I then pointed out the door and said, “You better poo outside Courage, OUTSIDE!” And I carried him on my right arm, with the dustpan of poo on the left hand, and brought him outside, showing him where I discard the dirt. I said “You better poo here.” Well, I actually said more than that, like I was reprimanding a human who can understand and who should practice good hygiene. But anyway, the point is - he got it! No more poopoos inside the house but just a cute little, furry dog. I know you will need this to save a lot of money hiring trainers to teach your new (or old) dog.
