I Win
Appy had decided that she shouldn't have to go back in her kennel after going out in the middle of the night. I do admit to setting myself up for this. If she asked to go out around six or later I will leave her out as I am getting up anyways, if not right then in the next hour. Plus at this point it is light at that time.
Then she decided that she had to go between three and five am. Usuallly about a half hour after I would change Kelhan's diaper and start feeding him. The garbage can is in the laundry room with her kennel so I assume I disturb her when I'm doing my thing.
So I would put her out, bring her back in, put her in the kennel and go back to bed. About 30 minutes later "woof." Get up, put her out again, kennel, bed. Another 30 minutes: "woof." She can't possibly have to go out again. She has water in her kennel. Tell her to hush and guess what happens in another 30 minutes? Yes, exactly. The first couple nights were rather exasperating. I ended up putting her and her kennel in the garage. So several nights went like this: dog asks to go out, comply, watch and be sure she both pees and poops, bring her back in and put in kennel. Just get to sleep, dog signals again, dog has empty bladder and colon. I know this, I watched her vacate them. Dog plus kennel goes in garage. Door to garage gets closed, door to laundry gets closed, door to bedroom gets closed. We are now virtually soundproof. Sleep until desired time (or until children demand wakefulness), get ready for the day, and wait at the garage door until Appy stops barking or howling for more than five seconds and free her from her terrible plight.
This morning ahe had to go out around four, I put her back in her kennel and ... silence. Sweet silence until Tristan woke up around seven.
She seems to go through a rebellion against the kennel every once in a while. Of course considering the first 13 plus years of her life she had 24/7 access to a doggie door her sense that "this is not how things are" is understandable. I would leave her loose at night, but her idea of signaling to go out is standing at the door hoping someone notices. Not so effective in the middle of the night.
Hopefully this means she has figured out the rules again. She is back in her kennel because we're on our way to the North country. Marty will let her out once or twice while we are gone. We'll see how the Jeep does on it's first long haul.
By the way, we have dubbed the Jeep "The Whim-mobile."
Then she decided that she had to go between three and five am. Usuallly about a half hour after I would change Kelhan's diaper and start feeding him. The garbage can is in the laundry room with her kennel so I assume I disturb her when I'm doing my thing.
So I would put her out, bring her back in, put her in the kennel and go back to bed. About 30 minutes later "woof." Get up, put her out again, kennel, bed. Another 30 minutes: "woof." She can't possibly have to go out again. She has water in her kennel. Tell her to hush and guess what happens in another 30 minutes? Yes, exactly. The first couple nights were rather exasperating. I ended up putting her and her kennel in the garage. So several nights went like this: dog asks to go out, comply, watch and be sure she both pees and poops, bring her back in and put in kennel. Just get to sleep, dog signals again, dog has empty bladder and colon. I know this, I watched her vacate them. Dog plus kennel goes in garage. Door to garage gets closed, door to laundry gets closed, door to bedroom gets closed. We are now virtually soundproof. Sleep until desired time (or until children demand wakefulness), get ready for the day, and wait at the garage door until Appy stops barking or howling for more than five seconds and free her from her terrible plight.
This morning ahe had to go out around four, I put her back in her kennel and ... silence. Sweet silence until Tristan woke up around seven.
She seems to go through a rebellion against the kennel every once in a while. Of course considering the first 13 plus years of her life she had 24/7 access to a doggie door her sense that "this is not how things are" is understandable. I would leave her loose at night, but her idea of signaling to go out is standing at the door hoping someone notices. Not so effective in the middle of the night.
Hopefully this means she has figured out the rules again. She is back in her kennel because we're on our way to the North country. Marty will let her out once or twice while we are gone. We'll see how the Jeep does on it's first long haul.
By the way, we have dubbed the Jeep "The Whim-mobile."