I have two--Fargo (13) and Ringo (5). Both are of the female persuasion and have been with me since puppyhood. Fargo, I fear, is not long for the world. She's thin and scraggly, has trouble walking and feels much more comfortable defecating inside than out. Major strike against her, if you ask me. Fargo spends every night closed up in my bathroom on a nice pile of blankets and the shirt I wore to bed the night before. She never defecates in there--not enough room to get away from it afterwards I figure. Pity she never learned about toilets, as there is a very convenient one in with her every night.
Ringo is the antithesis of Fargo. Ringo is fat, walks and runs just fine and never defecates indoors. We acquired her in 2005....she looked (at the time) like my favorite childhood dog (Jeremiah, a.k.a Poopsie) and I let my emotions bypass my brain and brought her home.
Ringo and Fargo are not the sharpest tacks on the board, so to speak. Fargo has never learned to signal she'd like to come in from outside. She simply stands at the door and looks at it. If it doesn't magically open, she lies down and waits. No barking, no scratching, no standing on her hind legs to ring the doorbell.
Ringo is smart enough to know when I am leaving. At this point, she makes a snap decision--inside or outside. If "inside"--she then slinks off into my bedroom and "hides" behind the rocking chair. if "outside"--she immediately goes under the deck and stands behind the stairs. She stands very still and always in the exact same position. Of course, she is invisible there and I cannot see her and force her to come back in the house. I'm usually ambivalent. Now, if she ate dog poop like she eats cat poop, I'd probably make her stay in and clean up Fargo's messes while I'm gone.
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