Several years ago, the missus and I were on our back deck when we began to hear water splashing. The sound seemed to be under the deck. Turning around, we saw our little black and tan dachshund doing a perfect job of straddling a crack between two deck boards, peeing down the crack without any puddling whatsoever. We cracked up. She was paper trained and would never pee either outside, OR on the floor. I guess she got desperate, and figured it wasn’t the regular floor, so it was okay in her mind. Actually, it was okay in ours, too, since she hit the crack. She never felt the need to repeat the action.
With all the snow we’ve been getting in the last 24 hours, I’ve yet to bother sweeping a place for our little long-haired red dachshund to pee. Instead, I’ve just been letting her jump down into the same body-sized hole where she first peed and use the spot again. I figure that saves her having to wallow through fresh snow, plus, then urine seems to drain down out of sight anyway.
The last time, though, she stopped just before diving off the porch, squatted and peed on the snow-packed porch. By sheer luck (I suppose), she was perfectly centered over a crack between two deck boards, just like the other little pooch, years ago. I cracked up. I didn’t even scold her, since I couldn’t blame her for not wanting to jump down into the snow. I know that I’ll have to sweep a bigger place for her before dark, though, because she’ll probably need to do something more than pee. I just hope she doesn’t surprise me with that, too! © 2016