Potty Training (the best of times/the worst of times)

[nancy]

So, its 11:00 at night....we are trying to potty train Milly (the dog) and trying to teach her to navigate the three steps out the back door..must take Milly outside...must put Spooks the cat into the garage for the night

I'm convinced the dog has a concusion (from falling off the back steps trying to get down them) & a broken leg (from tripping over my arm when I was sitting on the floor with her)......the dog really isn't hurt except in my mind of course

I'm carrying the dog outside so that she has one final harrah before bed, (because she just can not do the steps without falling off them, up them or down them)

I see the cat, I walk over (still carrying the dog) to put the cat in the garage

the cat has something (bird? mouse?) by the garage door that she obviously wants to play with
this 'thing' is new (aka: baby something) - it still has the very light skin (think pink), no hair.....very dark, can't really tell what it is - I am not bending down to investigate closer

oh boy

so, I (still carrying the dog that wants to get down to play with the cat) jump over the still moving baby whatever-the-heck it is and try and convince the cat to come into the garage,

the cat wants to bring in its new toy

oh boy

I shooo the cat away

next plan, get food...

the cat always comes when you rattle the cup in the bag

oh boy

rattling the food in the cup like a banshee and the cat kinda comes to me, then goes back to the now laying very still thing...

throw the food around the floor of the garage (yup, still carrying the dog) and try and nicely (oh boy) call the cat in (aka"here kitty, kitty")

cats not buying it for a minute

decide forget the cat - she's staying outside - I don't have time for this (the bloody dog is getting heavy), shut the door,

jump back over the whatever the heck it is

take the dog to the far corner of the yard (so she won't see the cat and get wound all up about playing) and try and convince her to go pee ('go potty for Mommy')

finally, Milly pee's and gets a biscuit for being such a good girl...

beg for her to go more - she lays down and is planning to go to sleep in the lawn, in the pitch dark

pick the dog up (god knows, she'll probably get hurt going to the stairs as well)...

get close to the garage door, start feeling bad for the cat being left outside

oh boy

very carefully walk over to the door - not quite sure where the 'thing' is....

OH BOY

the cat is sitting there, licking her lips, no sign of the what-ever-the heck it was

can't be traumatised, have to set the alarm for 1:00 am so that I can get up, get dressed, find a flashlight,make sure that I have biscuits, get the dog, carry the dog to the spot somewhat near the yard light (so I can tell if she really has gone potty), beg her to 'go potty for Mommy', give her the biscuit, wait until she's finished chewing, pick up the dog, put the dog back into her crate (with a different treat that she got for going potty), tell her she's a good girl, hang up my coat, put the middle of the night supplies down,

get undressed, get into bed, reset the alarm for 5:00 am and start the whole bloody procdure over again before I get ready for work.

Yup, I'm good at this potty training

oh boy

[LeAnn, Lucy & Rusty!!]

ROFLMAO except for the cat your potty training experience is much like mine. How come I don't remember it being this painful before??? Oh lord you had me laughing... can't wait for the next installment of "as the potty triaining continues..."