One of the highlights of my recent trip to Chabihau and Yobain was getting to see some newborn puppies! Jorge’s cousins have 3 dogs, and 2 of them had puppies together (again). They just so happen to be the brothers and sisters of my dog, Konan.
They’re 75% French poodle and 25% Maltese.
Prepare yourselves for cuteness…
And no, I didn’t take any home. 3 dogs is more than enough for me, thanks!
At my old house, I managed to get Konan housetrained after much frustration and trickery.
Once we moved into the new house, however, she seemed to forget that outside is the place to go.
Three months later… no progress.
I leave the back door open all day so that the girls can go outside and do their business whenever they want while Jorge and I are gone. Konan still thinks the living room is the best place to go. (Luckily we have no living room furniture and the floor is all tile.)
We’ve tried many methods, and I’d been avoiding using this one for months.
Still, after everyone seemed to recommend it and ensure us it’s not torture… today we began crate training.
giant dog bone = guilt
The online experts think it’s good for Konan, so… we’ll see.