Don't let this face fool you. She 'aint as sweet as she looks.
Since we first adopted our adorable little Daisy, we have had successfully imprisoned her in the kitchen while we are at work during the potty training phase to avoid daily carpet cleaning. She's actually done very well at using the potty pad while we are at work, rarely going off of the pad.
Every day when we arrive home and unlock the door Daisy is waiting on the other side to come barreling through to greet us. As annoying as this is when you are trying to get in, we have not complained because the other option is to leave her unattended and free throughout the house for nine hours until we return. Besides, her waiting at the door means she is happy to see us, right?
Today something was different.
We first noticed that there was no scratching or whining coming from the other side of the door. Corey unlocked it and walked into the kitchen. No Daisy. We looked around the kitchen slowly...no Daisy. We called her name...silence. We walked over the baby gate that barracades her into the kitchen and saw what we used to refer to the living room scattered with books, baskets, panties (yes, she is a crotch sniffer) and toys. That is when we saw Daisy. She was as happy as she ever is, panting and excited to see us.
sigh.
We walked around the house relunctantly expecting to see piles of dog crap and pee spots randomly "disposed". We found one turd under the sewing machine that Corey's grandmother gave me. No pee spots (thank goodness)--just that one lone turd. I suppose we should consider ourselves fortunate. At least she did USE the pad instead of the carpet when given the option.
What this means is that we know that Daisy is able to jump the gate and we are now at the point of no return. There is no more locking her up. She also learned how to jump onto the bed today as well. I suppose most people would consider these milestones. We lovingly refer to them as catastrophes.
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