Adventures in Dog Pee
I’m at a foster care continuing education meeting last night when my neighbor calls. He was scheduled to walk Cecilia after work. His voice message at 8:30pm informs me that he completely flaked. A family emergency arose during work and he headed straight to his parents’ house forgetting all about Cecilia.
How can you forget this face?
I immediately leave the meeting and head home, reminding myself that speeding on a rainy night will do me no good.
After getting Cecilia squared away, I start looking for a spot that needs cleaning. After all, no dog can hold it THAT long. There is nothing obvious on the first or second floor.
Hmmm.
I go to hang my coat up and I smell something. Probably a urine smell. I crouch down on the floor and gingerly feel for wetness.
Nothing.
At this point (let’s call it A) in the story, I am obligated to inform you that my “coat closet” is actually the landing above the stairs to the basement. Cecilia has never been down to the basement. My theory is that the open stairs (no risers) freak her out.
At this point (let’s call it B) in the story, I am obligated to inform you that there is a puddle of pee on the cement floor in the basement.
Apparently Cecilia got over her fear. In a way I’m kind of perversely proud of her. I’d rather tackle dog pee in the basement than in the carpet or hardwood. Way to pick a good place Cecilia! And way to go down the stairs all by yourself!
So this weekend I’ll be getting cozy with the white vinegar as I clean the basement floor. Mom and Dad are coming up this weekend to celebrate my birthday, so they’ll get to participate too. Lucky them! Happy Birthday to me!
Now, should I capitalize on this and place a pee pad in the basement for future mishaps? Thoughts?
Is this in my future?
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She is the smartest and bravest dog in the country. Can she teach my cats where to vomit?
Aw, what a great doggie! Cecelia is great! Maybe she could come visit and teach our Bela about better alternatives for “accidents” than the carpet, like say, the kitchen or bathroom floor. (We had a similar day on Monday; we came home to a ginormous spot on the rug that was quite fresh…at least she’d tried to hold it as long as possible.)
Yes, seriously, an old dog risked her neck walking down the basement stairs to pee on the floor? I’m jealous. Sophie gets out of bed at night, walks 3 steps and pees. I guess I should be thankful that she gets out of bed.
I don’t think you need a pee pad. What if that just encourages her to go there instead of letting you know she needs out? Could get gross…
I have a strong dislike of pee pads….but if it makes you feel better that she will go to that place then do it.
I think it’s great that she knew not to pee anywhere else. Poor doggy, imagine her dialogue in her head.lol!
atta girl! she’s one good dog. mine would have peed on the carpet and hid the minute he hears me coming up the driveway.
i think no on the pee pads. i have not owned any dog that actually pees on those things. at least you know now where to look for the accident when you can’t make it home on time!