Penalty Flags

Emme continues to sleep through the night from about 10 PM to about 6 AM. Not bad for a puppy her age. She continues to have no messes in the crate but she does occasionally have an accident on the floor. We are still learning. There is a major difference in output between Rudy and Emme. When Rudy goes, it is substantial. When she drops a load they look like little cheese doodles: but chocolate, not cheese. They are so small that they present a problem in finding them to pick them up. It is kind of like an Easter egg hunt with jelly beans instead of hard boiled eggs. They kind of hide in the grass. In the beginning I would try to memorize the location of the pile, take Emme back inside and then go back with a paper towel to pick things up. That was a disaster because I could never find the same spot and spend far too much time looking around for landmines. Then I decided to put a tissue in my pocket and drop it over the load, take Emme inside and then come back out to clean up. It has worked except for one time when the wind was blowing and the tissue moved about a foot away. It still was easier than the previous searches. I told your dad that I feel like a football referee dropping penalty flags. That has become the code word. "Emme dropped a penalty." "I have to go outside and pick up a penalty flag." Oh well, it keeps me entertained and the lawn clean.