Worked like a charm - absolutely no pee in the house. Great sigh of relief!
We went about our routine without incident and Lana again slept on her bed while I had breakfast.
It was very cold this morning so on her walk, Lana got to wear her new coat that Tom bought for her; it didn't seem to bother her one bit.
I left for work with high hopes that maybe there would be less accidents in the house while I was gone.
I called later in the day to check on the situation and Tom told me that he couldn't take a walk with Lana because she was shying away from him so badly that he couldn't get her harness on.
Of course she had peed and pooped in the house again, but that was to be expected. At least part of it was on the pee pads this time.
The good news was that she spent about 1/2 hour outside in the yard, enjoying the scents and smells. It was still cold, but the sun came out and she had a good old time.
Tom didn't get around to renting a Rug Doctor, but we decided to postpone that until Thursday, because Lana would be at the shelter for her vet visit that day.
When I came home there were 3 wiggly animals to greet me and Lana was loping around like a puppy, much more so than yesterday. I could tell she had a few problems with her hind legs, but she did good for an old lady. I was very excited to see her so happy.
I decided to take all 3 dogs out for a walk around the circle with Luci in my doggie pack (looks like a back pack, but attaches to the front and you can carry a small animal in it) and Lana and Josephine on leashes.
Turns out that that little episode was about as much fun as having to be nice to your mother-in-law - Luci and Josi for some reason don't want to walk the circle.
They've never had a negative experience there so I'm thinking maybe it used to be an Indian burial ground or something that makes them want to not go there.
Anyways, I decided I was the alpha bitch and they needed to go where I wanted them to go.
The result was that Luci kept squirming, trying to get out of the pouch, Josi kept digging in her heels, and Lana was the only one walking, but changed sides frequently so that the leashes got all tangled up.
I didn't want the chis to feel left out when I walked Lana, but I think I put on enough show for the neighbors and will simply disregard their feelings when it comes to this matter :).
The afternoon was spent cooking in the kitchen and I kept the Lana attached to me. Every time she went to sit on her dog bed I gave her a treat and praised her.
Of course the chis were in the kitchen too, along with Ozzy (our oldest cat) and whenever the roast beef came out their ears perked up, and I was met with eyes that said: "What's so special about her? You better let some of that wander over this way, because we might be little, but we can create huge puddles on your favorite blanket if forced to do so!"
Of course I complied, because I happen to like a dry favorite blanket.
When I took Lana out later she went to sniff at the far end of the yard. I thought I'd let her have her fun, go back in and come to get her later. When I was walking towards the house I couldn't believe my eyes - Messerschmitt saw me coming, but ran as fast as she could to where Lana was. Sure enough, a few seconds later I saw an orange flash running the same way back, only now being chased by a yapping, excited poodle.
So all along this has been just a game for Messerschmitt? And here I was being worried that she could be annoyed by all this ruckus.
Cats! Somebody said in a movie once that cats always have 2 legs in hell and I'm starting to believe that. That is, if I believed in a hell.
When I let Lana back in I remembered that I'd left the leash in the kitchen. I also knew Ozzy was still in the kitchen, and Ozzy is very fussy and would never let me hear the end of it if I let Lana charge at her so I had the grandiose idea of picking Lana up and carrying her.
Just as I lifted Lana up and she was halfway between the floor and my arms she vomited.
It wasn't much, but anybody who has ever thrown up from a standing position knows that it makes for great spatter, as was the case with this high-velocity, purreed chicken-and-veggie, green dog vomit, with little pieces of roast beef as garnish on top.
Seriously - what would I do without enzyme spray?
We finally all settled down in our favorite spot - the couch, only this time I had a chicken enchilada on the table, along with a laptop and a glass of water.
Lana kept on trying to climb on top of the table and yes, you've guessed it, dumped the water onto the table top with a direct water flow underneath my laptop.
It was really, really hard not to get mad, but I guess my Yoga class finally paid off, and when I figured out the laptop had suffered no harm, I took a deep breath, decided not to put karma at risk, and gave Lana a treat.
The chis also received a treat, because a water-soaked rug is all the wetness I need right now.
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