Oh, my goodness . . there are some things I probably should not share and this would definitely be one of them.
I said I wasn’t going to give Oscar treats for going outside because my previous dogs have “needed” to go out 30 times a day just for a treat and how do you know when it’s real and not real? And, when they say they have to go out and I say “NO! You just went out!”, how can I fuss at them if they go on the floor? So . . no treats for going to the bathroom . . until Oscar’s 150th accident in the house in the first month!
I bought the little mini Milk Bones. When we start to go out, I show it to him, then I put it in my pocket so he knows, it’s worth the effort to go out and do something besides chase butterflies! If it’s about time for #2, I’ll break the little milk bone in half and he gets half for #1 and then if he does #2, he gets the other half. If not, I keep the half in my pocket.
Yesterday I had been upstairs and came down with a couple of crunchy cheese crackers in my hand. I was talking to Vince and not paying any attention. I grabbed the little milk bone, hooked Oscar’s leash and was walking through the garage and popped what I thought was a cheese cracker in my mouth, totally forgetting that I had a milk bone in my hand too. I ate the whole thing, swallowed it and thought . . that didn’t have much flavor. That’s when it hit me . . the milk bone was gone; the two cheese crackers were still in my hand.
I apologized to Oscar that he had no treat for using the bathroom and gave him a milk bone when we got back inside. I told Vince . . I just ate Oscar’s treat! Vince said “I know how he feels! You’re always sneaking my treats!” Poor Vince.