So we’re at the point with Zoe that when she needs to pee I just open the front door and let her run out to the grass and pee, then call her back in. I usually don’t bother with a leash. And today I was just thinking about how great it was that I don’t have to get wet when she has to pee, and how good she is. And of course she sniffs and sniffs and starts eating grass and she meanders away across the lawn. “Zoe, potty! Potty! Zoe. Go potty. ZOE!” Nope. She was too interested in the grass. So I called her inside.

10 minutes later she’s nudging my arm in a panic and whining up a storm. So I run over and let her out. She walks out there, starts eating grass. Arg. I let her, hoping she’ll potty. She starts wandering across the yard again. I step outside and call her, she runs straight to me. I tell her it’s great that she listens now, but GO POTTY! She walked off and starting eating grass again. Arggghhh. So back inside, again.

Third time she started whining at me I thought, fine, I’ll just let her go eat the damn grass. I put her on the long 50′ leash and just let her outside. I watched through a window. She walked out there, sniffed around, and peed on the leash.

Aggghhhhh, I can’t win.