At 1:20 a.m., I woke up to a yip. Did I really hear it or was it a dream? Should I wait and see if I hear another? No, get up and get her to walk outside, was the conversation I had in my head.
When I reached Mia's crate she was sitting down looking at me. I picked up the leash which was sitting on top of the crate and opened the crate door. As soon as Mia saw me in my coat holding the leash she curled into a ball and plopped back down. "You want me to walk out to the cold place? Never mind. I'll just go back to sleep."
Oh no you don't, you sweet little baby. You’re going outside to potty. "Mia, do you have to weewee? Wanna go outside?" She was all curled up in a ball, ready to go back to sleep. I reached under her belly and stood her up on all fours. I spent time coaxing her out. Mia had to walk the walk and not be dragged out. Dragging would not teach her what I wanted. It would only draw out her instinct to resist. When we finally made it to the front door the cold air hit her and she backed up. I stood there holding the leash with one foot outside the door. "Come on Mia, Mimi. Come on, girl."
Just as I was thinking about how I could convince her to take that step out the door, Spencer got up and walked outside. "Hey, Spencer! Wait for me!" And off Mia went. She jumped off the step as she tried to keep up with Spencer, who was heading out to do his own business. I had a hard time bending down while she was in motion to unsnap the leash, but I managed. Spencer trotted off to the middle of the snowy yard and Mia to her straw-covered potty area where she proceeded to pee and poop, and it was a lot of poop. Then she headed back to the house. Before I opened the door to let her inside, I bent down for some snorting puppy kisses. "Good girl, Mia. Good girl." I snapped the leash back on her to steer her to her crate. I waved her bully stick in front of her nose and tossed it into the crate. Mia followed the smell, walked into the crate and curled up to go back to sleep. I walked out to the porch to get some firewood and by that time Spencer was back. Goodnight, puppies.
Mia did not get up again until morning.