DOODLE MOM’S DIPLOMA – REVOKED!

[Cathy C. Bennett]

Harleo's Adventures

Just when I thought I was on to something, I find out I was wrong or perhaps, not quite ready!

Remember when I boasted (yes I did!) in a blog post titled: GRADUATION NIGHT FOR THE THREE OF US(Oct 25,12). I made fun of myself and the night-time rituals that take place every evening before we all settle in for the evening.

I’m here to confess that our “over-night freedom” was short lived indeed!

As “Paul Harvey” would so eloquently say: “And now for the rest of the story…”

It was probably night number four or five of our new routine (we never made it the entire week). When DH (doodle husband) and I retired for the evening, the boys were now free to remain in the hallway or anywhere else for that matter.

Once all the lights were out and the house alarm was activated, they would eventually “sashay” one after the other, into our bedroom and onto their beds. Boy was I proud of myself…

…until the morning came.

The first night we slept with the bedroom door open – I couldn’t sleep. With the slightest movement, my eyes popped open – wide like saucers. But after three days, I “mustered up” some confidence (that was probably my first mistake), and not only started sleeping through the night, I even had a dream one night!

For four years, if Harley has to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, he will “claw” the edge of my side of the bed until he successfully wakes me up and has my attention. For two years Leo paces back and forth by my side of the bed until I sit up and and look at him. Silly me, I thought our system would still work even with the door open.

So back to morning number four…

I woke up, just like the three mornings before, both boys were in their beds like little angels….

I said “good morning” and continued with our routine, rubbing bellies as they stretched and rolled around with their tails just a wagging. Once I changed into what I’ve dubbed my “diva – doodle walking fashion attire” – NOT! We started our descend down the stairs.

OMD (oh my doodle) – before I could reach the bottom step, I thought I would either choke, pass out, throw up, or all three! The stench was horrific. I slapped my hand over my mouth and nose so fast and so hard my lip throbbed later that day as if I’d been sucker punched.

I had a great deal of difficulty with the concept of walking down the hallway into the family / kitchen area. My mind didn’t want to tell my feet what to do, because my eyes didn’t want to see what was waiting for me “around the bend.”

Apparently, “someone” had to potty – BADLY – and either tried to wake me, or thought they could come downstairs and open the back door themselves, but they failed on both counts.

I stood there and stared out the window for what seemed an eternity watching my morning plans fly away. I regrouped and needless to say, “got busy.” Another shout out for Mr. Bissell – Spotbot!

Call me a coward should you choose, but we are all back on “lock-down” at night again. Could be like this forever, I just don’t know, but what I do know is this – I will not attempt this trick again anytime soon.

In case you’re wondering who the “gift giver” was, I never did figure it out. There were no visible signs, no indicators as to which “dood” was the culprit. They both gave me that sheepish look, sort of like Jaleel White’s character from the TV sitcom Family Matters, Steve Urkel. Remember when he would ask “did I do that?”

I have my suspicions though…

So for the rest of the day, we moved about like a “trio.” There were no other accidents, no one got a treat, and there have been no more discussions or debates on door open vs. door closed…

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[Nancy, Ned, Clancy, and Charlie]

We have a doggy door that is open 24/7 so we have no night time wake up calls - unless one of the dogs decides to bark at something.

[Karen Kennedy]

OMG that is so funny, well not really but you gotta laugh at the doodles! They are really cute by the way.

I bought two female Australian Labradoodles for breeding and they are 6 and 7 months old, so cute, one chocolate in a medium size and one cream in a standard size... Molly and Ivory. The breeder I bought them from said they were "almost" potty trained. Well I've had them for 3 months now and I still cannot figure out who has the accident every now and then. I crate them in my  bedroom at night so there is no "freedom". I try and keep them around me when in the house and even tried tying them to me when in the house for the first few weeks all so I could watch them do "IT"... well, I still have only caught them one time and I scolded her (Molly the brown dog!) and put outside, but they are very tricky. Doing much better these days but still every now and then when I let my guard down and think they are doing great there will be an accident again... geeze I've had dogs all my life and my older girls were so easy! They look at me as if to say, "I didn't do it" ... I also have my idea who it is... the busy one who doesn't have time to go outside because she is "busy" doing other things...

Good luck with your doodles!
Karen

Sunrise Australian Labradoodles

[Lonnie & Libby Lu]

OMD!  I think we will keep Libby in her crate at night!  She loves it and so do WE:)

[Phoebe's Mom]

Phoebe still sleeps in her crate downstairs. She loves her crate and I hate surprises!

[Nina, Phil, Harlow & Lacey]

Yes, I too have had this experience.  We have dog gate across our bedroom door so we can sleep with the door open and still keep the doods contained.