As you would expect, at seven months Bailey is 100% house-trained. Or was until last night, when she deposited a steaming heap of soft poo on my study floor (where she sleeps). Somehow, she managed to avoid the rug, for which I should be thankful.
I don't know what's thrown her timing out of kilter but today's she steadfastly refused to poo since breakfast time, despite four walks and 45 minutes of training in her pupppy class. Me, I'm wet and cold at 11pm after yet another walk, and fearful of a repeat performance. Perhaps we'll just sit up with her until she finally performs (we being me and a bottle of malt).
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. It certainly offended me at 7.30am.
UPDATE: 00.40 and I'm still here trying to prise some action from the mutt
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