Bruno and Spencer's routines have been thrown way off. Just like me, they are exhausted because of the little piglet. She wakes up several times a night to pee and poop and she thinks early mornings are playtime. Pee, poop, pee, play, eat, play, walk, nap, pee, play, pee, eat, play, pee, poop, nap, play...and so it goes. Bruno and Spencer used to sleep in until about 9:00 a.m., when they would eat their breakfast, then lie around some more until it was time to head out for a pack walk. Now they are forced to get up bright and early at 6:00 a.m. for playtime and more playtime, breakfast, and playtime. If the weather is decent I will try and take them all for a morning walk rather than the usual afternoon outing.
I had just taken Mia out to pee before putting her in her crate for the night. I was only in bed for a few minutes. "Yip!" Already? I know better than to ignore her yips. I went back downstairs and took her back out. Mia walked under the bushes and pooped. Yeah, she's got a thing for those bushes; she's been pooping under them. It's a good spot. No one will step in it under there. Good girl, Mia.
Housebreaking Another Night
At 1:00 a.m., "Yip!" I popped out of bed from a deep sleep, almost running into the wall.
When I reached Mia's crate she was sitting down looking at me. I opened the crate and patted the floor. "Come on, Mia, do you have to go pee-pee?"
Mia moaned a short moan and plopped back down.
Oh no, you don't. Last time I let you do that it didn't work out too well.
I scooped Mia up and she peed and pooped outside.
It was 37 degrees out with no wind. It was rather nice outside and Mia sat down, staring off into the distance like she was enjoying the night.
"Come on, Mia, I'm so tired!"
Mia started nosing around. Was she going to poop again? She went under the bush and I tried my best to see what she was doing. I watched for a while in case she was looking for a place to poop or something.
She was now snorting as she licked the ground. Darn it, she was looking for someone else's loot, not trying to leave some of her own. "Miaaaa let's go!"
Mia climbed up on the porch and I thought she was on her way in when she stopped at some bird poop and began cleaning it off the porch.
I scooped her up and walked her to the yard one more time to make sure she didn't have to potty some more. Mia's nose went to the ground and she headed straight back to the bird poop. "Mia, you're a Bully Pit not a Beagle! Quit sniffing things out like that."
I scooped her up as she proceeded to clean the loot from the porch with her tongue.