Sing this to the tune of that old song, "Dreamweaver" - "Ooh, ooh, bed pee-er, I believe I'm gonna soak your shee-eets.... Bed Pee-er!..."
Ranger is just over two years old and hasn't had an accident in the house since we first brought him home at about 10 months, UNTIL FRIDAY NIGHT.
It rained a few days ago here in San Diego, and for some reason for a couple weeks after it has rained, Ranger hates to go in the backyard. I don't know if he doesn't like the feeling of the damp ground on his paws, or if the smell of worms is a turn-off, or what, but he will not go down into the lower part of our backyard to his normal "pee-ing place".Â
He will run around the side of the house into the rocks there, and do what he needs to do as quickly as he can. That is, IF you can get him outside in the first place - sometimes he just runs and hides like you are a serial killer carrying a Ginsu when you call him to go outside. Just to make things easier, sometimes when he gets like this, we just put his leash on and take him out the front door and walk him up and down in front of the house until he goes.Â
So on Friday night, he was being all wiggy about going outside. But at about 9:45, he went over to the sliding glass door and grunted, so I took him out. He ran over to the side of the house, did the world's quickest poop, and ran back to the door. I said "Do you need to pee?" He said "No, but thank you for asking." I said "Are you SURE you don't need to pee?" He said "No, I am quite certain that I don't. I wish to go inside now." I said "Are you positive?" He said "Inside, please. Now." I sensed he might be lying, but I can't MAKE him go pee, so we went in.
About 2 minutes later, I went to bed. Ranger will usually join me in the bedroom for a little belly-rubbing action before Scott kicks him out and closes the door so I can actually sleep, so it wasn't too long before he came sailing over the footboard of the bed and landed with a thump next to me. He started to make himself comfortable. He turned a couple times, in that pre-laying down circle that dogs do. He dug at the comforter and sheets to make a nest. That was pretty fun. Some frenzied sheet digging ensued. Apparently TOO frenzied, because the next thing I heard was the sound of a dog releasing his full bladder on my bed. I was so tired that it took a few minutes for everything to sink in (except the pee into my sheets). I was kind of like "Hmmmm, that sounds familiar... What is that sound? It kinda sounds like a dog peeing... But, that is an outside sound. It wouldn't be inside. Unless.... Ranger.....is.
....peeing....
..on.....the..
.....bed. OHMYGODHEPEEDO
NTHEBED!"
It was everywhere. It literally POOLED, there was so much of it. I did not get to go to sleep. I got to get up, strip the comforter, strip the sheets, strip the mattress pad, blot the mattress, turn the mattress, and then lay freezing on the bare mattress shivering and TRYING to sleep. Ranger pretended to be sorry, but I know that he was really just like "Ahhhhhh, sweet, sweet relief."
Hopefully this makes those of you who are struggling with housebreaking issues with your younger guys feel better. It can happen to anyone at anytime! No one is safe! Â
Thankfully, no "accidents" since then...