Well, the first of the cold weather *finally* got here. It's in the 40s and raining outside. And that means muddy dogprints everywhere. When Zeus went outside, I decided to lay a towel down in front of the door and get a few damp rags ready. When Zeus came inside, I would stop him on the towel and wipe his feet with the rags. That was the theory....
Now for reality. Zeus was extremely hyper and came barreling through the door as soon as I opened it. I realized that I forgot to put his collar on. I said "Zeus, wait!" and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Big mistake. Zeus felt the grab and decided I had come to kill him. He flung himself onto his back, yowling and squealing like I was beating him to death. He was squirming and kicking, and big gobs of mud were flying off his feet (note: I wasn't even holding him at this point). I was covered with mud, and there was mud all over the walls, the couch, etc.! When the dumb dog realized that I wasn't doing a thing to him, he then proceeded to leap to his feet and do victory laps round the living room. Of course, he left a sea of footprints everwhere. I spent the next hour scrubbing mud.
*Sigh* The next time it rains, I swear I'm just going to make him pee on some newspaper.
Now for reality. Zeus was extremely hyper and came barreling through the door as soon as I opened it. I realized that I forgot to put his collar on. I said "Zeus, wait!" and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Big mistake. Zeus felt the grab and decided I had come to kill him. He flung himself onto his back, yowling and squealing like I was beating him to death. He was squirming and kicking, and big gobs of mud were flying off his feet (note: I wasn't even holding him at this point). I was covered with mud, and there was mud all over the walls, the couch, etc.! When the dumb dog realized that I wasn't doing a thing to him, he then proceeded to leap to his feet and do victory laps round the living room. Of course, he left a sea of footprints everwhere. I spent the next hour scrubbing mud.
*Sigh* The next time it rains, I swear I'm just going to make him pee on some newspaper.