In our last house, we had an area in the yard set aside as the bathroom for the dog so she wouldn’t poop or pee on our fake lawn. It was awesome. It meant that we could lie on the lawn, or TTD could roll about in the ‘grass’ and not worry that we would smell like pee and Husband and I could look out at the dog loo and blame the other for not picking up the piles of poop.
When we moved in here, Tigger The Dog began using the whole yard as a toilet. It wasn’t an issue at first. It was winter when we moved in, we weren’t rolling around in the grass. At that point, it was mostly mud and who rolls about in the mud. (Yes, the answer is TTD. But we had a hose and she stopped doing it after several very cold showers.) In the spring, when the lawn was a lawn, it was overgrown and we weren’t trooping through the weeds to pick up dog bombs. Chiggers and Ticks lived there so neither one of us was brave/stupid enough to do it.
Sadly, our lack of housekeeping meant TTD discovered the wonder of pooping wherever she chose to – within the bounds of the fence. We didn’t worry about it until she stopped bringing back her ball. When she stopped bringing back her ball, we had to go get it. And when we went to get it, we stepped in a dog mess. Every time! Didn’t matter how carefully we looked, we would walk out of the grass with poop smeared deep into the nooks and crannies of our shoes. Then TTD started rolling about in the grass again, right where she pees. Not awesome.
So, genius that I am, I decided it would be best if she had her own powder room again and I set about building one. I spent some time figuring out where in the yard would be best; where could it go and not look offensive from the street, what would be best in the winter when we just open the door and shoo her out, what would make sense based on where she was already going. I picked a place by the side of the house. I recycled some logs and artistically put them across the front to serve as a barrier. I moved some plants along the boarder to give her privacy. I loaded it with a cubic yard of limestone gravel for drainage and I opened it up for business.
TTD was not interested.
I coxed her over. She stepped into the box. She stepped out of the box - and promptly peed right next to it.
The next time out, I encouraged her over; she stepped in and began to wander about as she does before she goes. I got excited. She stepped outside the box and pooped right next to the log. Frustrated, I stepped out of the box and right into a pile she’d left there the day before.
It has been one week and not once has she used her outhouse. She has, however, taken to heading in that direction just to tease me, and then turning and running into middle of the lawn. This morning I tried again. I now have poop on my slippers.
TTD and I are not speaking.
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