Well...I think it was a pretty good day. We had some successfull visits outside to potty. Even though I'm at home all day, I actually work full time telecommuting for my job. But that means I'm just at my laptop all day and occasionally on the phone. This week I luckily had a fairly quiet work week and sat in the kitchen to work so that I could keep a closer eye plus be right by the back door ready to take him out. Oski basically lays around under the table dozing in between rigorious wrestling matches with Marley. Yesterday I didn't put up a baby gate to keep him just in the kitchen and family room area and that's how we had a few missed potty ques when he wandered down the hall, but today I kept him closed in and it was much better. I do have a feeling that it will be a few weeks before I would feel comfortable sitting at my desk to work. The cluttered office in our house is just not a good puppy zone right now. But the good thing is his next full day alone isn't until Wed next week so hopefully we can make more progress before then.
Of course then I was out this evening for a fun little ladies night out with friends and he was running free and I found some poop. It was maybe a foot from the couch where I'm fairly certain my husband sat most of the evening. Each time I have found a little "present" I just think about how that was one more missed chance for him to be corrected and learn. Maybe I'm crazy but I almost feel like catching him the act and quickly taking him outside gives better opportunity than the times that I just take him out to tell him to go. I think that other people in this house (husband and our oldest daughter) aren't really understanding that just being home doesn't mean he's being watched. I told them they should not hesitate to put him in his crate if they are not going to truly watch him. He still cries each time the crate door closes, but it lasts a few minutes.
Of course then I was out this evening for a fun little ladies night out with friends and he was running free and I found some poop. It was maybe a foot from the couch where I'm fairly certain my husband sat most of the evening. Each time I have found a little "present" I just think about how that was one more missed chance for him to be corrected and learn. Maybe I'm crazy but I almost feel like catching him the act and quickly taking him outside gives better opportunity than the times that I just take him out to tell him to go. I think that other people in this house (husband and our oldest daughter) aren't really understanding that just being home doesn't mean he's being watched. I told them they should not hesitate to put him in his crate if they are not going to truly watch him. He still cries each time the crate door closes, but it lasts a few minutes.