...HAYL NO!
The overnighter with Storm was a disaster. At my age, and with my schedule, I simply do not have the time or patience or stomach, quite frankly, to house train a big dog. I'll spare everyone the details, suffice it to say that I hope that my sisal rug doesn't fade in the sun.
NEXT!
I'm remembering my friend Betsy as I write this. She was NEVER able to housetrain the older dogs she adopted. Bless her heart, she gave those old guys the best years of their lives, but her house was a mess. And I'm just not willing to have that pole-barn kennel smell in my house. Given that she was so patient and nurturing with her charges, I wonder truly if it is probable that an old dog can be housetrained.
Or maybe that's not the issue, maybe I'm not the older shelter dog type . I had a sister-in-law who loved Siamese cats. At one point I think she had 8 of them. They had the run of the house and it was a smelly mess. But the cats were happy - nevermind that the rest of us had to take Benadryl everytime we visited.
Were Betsy and cat-lady-in-law aware of how stinky their homes were? Or did their love and dedication, somehow, enable the nerve thingies that turn off their sense of smell while the rest of us choked and politely turned down offers for dinner, glasses of water, etc. Does their animal-love exonerate them somehow from criticism and disdain? Were the rest of us just terrible, cold and heartless?
I don't care. Gross is gross. Breeder puppies are beginning to sound good again. I'm willing to deal with the chewing...and the scorn.
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