The Bane of My Morning Existence…
Poop time. It can take HOURS. I scream. I cuss. I count. I rail. I badger. I chase. I threaten.
Then, miracle of miracles, when he FINALLY goes, I praise his little fluffy ass to the skies and give him a treat. I’ve been doing this for years–you’d think he’d catch on. 
November 16th, 2007 at 8:40 am
But he’s cute, and that goes a long way toward forgiveness…
November 16th, 2007 at 9:04 am
He is cute and you have the patience of a saint. Me, I would be leaving him out there for a while on his own. Have a great Friday…
and a wonderful weekend…. 
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November 16th, 2007 at 9:17 am
Yep, I think what you’ve taught him is that you’ll wait for as long as it takes him to go, then treat him when it is over.
Not exactly what you were going for, I think.
November 16th, 2007 at 9:44 am
LOL! My mom used to have a dog that did that. Wasn’t an issue for me until she went out of town and I had to dog sit.
The worst was when it snowed and I had to dog sit. I made the mistake of going outside in my robe, thinking it’d only take a couple of minutes because, you know, she wasn’t going to like the cold either. Wrong.
November 16th, 2007 at 10:08 am
Ya know, Toots, they make a portable dog yard. I have a big one for my Greyhounds but they make’em much smaller and they fold up. Put that sucker out there, put the cute little Olster in it, come inside and leave him until he poops.
November 16th, 2007 at 10:12 am
He went!
And it only took 25 minutes this morning!!! 
November 16th, 2007 at 10:37 am
Sorry!!
I’m currently working on potty training my youngest–ugh! Gross! (I know, as an “experienced” mom, I should know better already…