We definitely are not, repeat not, morning people, so on weekends we like to sleep in. Our neighbors have been trained not to knock on our door or call on the phone if the morning paper is still in the drive way. Our friends and relatives have been trained not to call us until we've at least had our morning Starbucks, which would be late morning. For years they've known that not to follow this rule, they risk being greeted by the worst grouches ever.
So here's our dilemma: How do we train our "kids" to differentiate between a work day and a weekend day? Do they not get it that it's in their best interest to let us sleep in a little? Do they not get it that we can't put together a two word sentence until we've had our cup of Jove? Oh no, of course not! As soon as the sun peeks over the horizon, Prinnie starts whining and pawing at her kennel door, Digby sits at the side of the bed and stares at K and Peanutbutter (who I swear gains a hundred pounds overnight) starts walking all over our bodies, pawing at our hands and sniffing our faces.
Now, I think Prinnie can tell the difference between a week night and weekend night. Why? Because, all week long she pees up a storm during her "last outs" of the night. But, I'll be darned if on Friday night she suddenly doesn't have to go potty during last outs. We'll stand outside for what feels like an hour waiting for her to do her thing and all she does is walk along the edge of the patio, then chase God knows what in the grass, then go to the door like she's saying "OK let's go in, I'm done."
Today, Saturday, was a mandated "shopping" day, so we picked up what we hope might help us in our training class for the "kids"......a neon sign that K hung on the back yard fence that comes on when doggies go out for the final sniff-fest of the night. It reads "PEE NOW OR DIE AT SUNRISE". I think it might work.....once we train them how to read!!!
So here's our dilemma: How do we train our "kids" to differentiate between a work day and a weekend day? Do they not get it that it's in their best interest to let us sleep in a little? Do they not get it that we can't put together a two word sentence until we've had our cup of Jove? Oh no, of course not! As soon as the sun peeks over the horizon, Prinnie starts whining and pawing at her kennel door, Digby sits at the side of the bed and stares at K and Peanutbutter (who I swear gains a hundred pounds overnight) starts walking all over our bodies, pawing at our hands and sniffing our faces.
Now, I think Prinnie can tell the difference between a week night and weekend night. Why? Because, all week long she pees up a storm during her "last outs" of the night. But, I'll be darned if on Friday night she suddenly doesn't have to go potty during last outs. We'll stand outside for what feels like an hour waiting for her to do her thing and all she does is walk along the edge of the patio, then chase God knows what in the grass, then go to the door like she's saying "OK let's go in, I'm done."
Today, Saturday, was a mandated "shopping" day, so we picked up what we hope might help us in our training class for the "kids"......a neon sign that K hung on the back yard fence that comes on when doggies go out for the final sniff-fest of the night. It reads "PEE NOW OR DIE AT SUNRISE". I think it might work.....once we train them how to read!!!
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