We woke up to a another winter storm. Mia yipped in her crate to be let out at 5:45 a.m.. Good girl. You slept through the night. I opened the crate and she followed Spencer out the door. I watched from the window. Spencer walked around the corner of the porch looking out assessing the situation before heading back to the front the porch and trotting off into the bad weather to quickly get it done.
Mia had followed him around the corner of the porch, but she stopped when he headed out into the weather. She decided to just pee on the porch. No way was she walking off into frozen ice falling from the sky. She then walked back to the porch dog bed and started rolling around in it. I went to get my coat to take the pup to the potty spot. She always has to poop in the morning and there will be no convincing her to walk off into an ice storm. In the seconds it took for me to grab my coat and walk out the front door Mai was already in the process of pooping on the dog bed.
Really? The bed? Why the bed? What's wrong with just pooping right on the stone of the porch like you did with the pee? Did you smell something on that dog bed that you felt you needed to not only roll in, but poop on top of? As much as I understand dogs, sometimes I just don't.
I didn't tell her no. If this becomes a habit we will work on it. Anywhere outside is better than inside. Between the storm and her just learning, I felt at that moment telling her no it could really confuse her. That is not a rule of housebreaking. It was just a feeling I had so I made the call to let it go.