
When I was toilet training Isla I started using treats and praise if she toileted, but she’s so greedy that I had to keep to praise as she became either overexcited about the treats and wouldn’t do anything or became very good at doing a pretend wee.
Somehow we ended up in the situation that when she is let out for an evening wee at 6pm ish she does get a treat, but at no other time. She’s seven years old
At 6pm she will be sat by the door watching me and this is her normal indication she needs to go out, so I say ‘do you want to go out’ and she pricks her ears and stands up, I let her out. Firstly she stands on the patio gazing about (not desperate then), then goes and sniffs round the bottom of the birds feeders to see if the birds have missed anything. I tap on the patio door to remind her what’s she’s out there for, so she wanders off to the side of the house and peers round the corner and sniffs the air. The garden is small at the back and steeply sloping with terraces, so our dogs have always had to use the side or the front of the house to toilet.
Isla looks back at me to see if I’m still at the door watching her, I am, so she wanders onto to the gravel and stands for a bit longer, then turns round and heads for the door having not done anything. I flap my hand which is means ‘get on with it’. She goes back to the side of the house and continues to stand and sniff the air and then moves forward till she’s out of sight, except she forgets her big fluffy tail. She turns round and heads for the door still not having done anything, I flap my hand again. She finally disappears round the side of the house to the front and I nip to the front window to check she’s wees, there may have to be another tap on the window to remind her again why she is out there. Finally she wee’s (I can tell she has as her tail bobs up and down a bit) and she trots back to be let in for her biccie.
This happens every darn night.