Two things, one funny and one very moving to me:
1) I AM FAILING at this potty training thing. Doing my best, but sheesh! On the plus side, I am burning a lot of calories going out for long walks and then coming in and watching her pee right when she gets in the door. I am taking her out at least every half hour unless she’s crated, and I don’t keep her crated for more than an hour or hour and a half at a time, then we go immediately outside & she pees, then we play/eat/ be together (whatever’s on the schedule), then I crate her, then after about an hour or so of rest for Squirt & me, REPEAT. And she still manages to pee inside… My vet has explained everything to me — Nutmeg is just overstimulated when she’s outside and forgets to pee. We’ll be fine, but it’s pretty comical when I don’t catch her before she squats…
2) On one of these walks, a dog about Tank’s size came up to us and Squirt went WILD. It was a golden, didn’t look like Tank, but the right size. She couldn’t stop flying around in front of him, and yelping – she was ecstatic! She has NEVER acted like this before, ever. W.O.W. My little girl MISSES HER BROTHER. And I miss him too. Have any of you had similar experiences with pet sibling grief? I know dogs recognize one another by smell, but this was truly exceptional behavior on her part.
