Oakley is a little pooper

I went to a cookout today and got home at about 4:30pm. Mike was out in the back yard and the house smelled of dog poop. I got everything unloaded from the truck and went out back. Goofy spotted me and went ballistic. He jumped all over me like a puppy and was exceptionally affectionate. Clifford was equally happy and came over woofing at me.

When Mike got to the back deck he said that he had gone out to the garden and locked Oakley in the crate by the bed downstairs and that he had just gone crazy. He peed and pooped in the crate. So Mike took the little pooper outside and then came in and cleaned out the crate and the footprints through the house.

Mike and I were standing there in the hall talking about the back yard landscape when the little pooper (or should I say “pisser”) squatted and started peeing in the dog bed in the hall. Mike started fussing at the little beast and the thing didn’t even register that he was being fussed at. He just kept on peeing. Mike grabbed him and took him outside and I drug the bed out onto the deck.

The little beastie is only 4 months old. But it is odd for a male to not be house trained or crate trained by this time. The woman that had originally said that she would take him for foster has backed out. So, once again a non-rescue overnight emergency foster situation is now a full on foster situation for a dog that isn’t damaged. He might get adopted quickly but I prefer when we take in dogs that need a bit of work to turn them from uncontrollable to something good. Anyone can foster this little thing. I just prefer the ones that we do better at than most fosters do.