I am trying to housebreak a new baby shih-tzu, which is sort of like trying to teach the Queen of England all new rules. Shih-tzus have never been bred for anything except companion dogs, and very elevated little companion dogs at that. One of the breed descriptions is arrogant. I don't know if that is actually the word I would use, but it works. Tell either one of my shih-tzus not to do something and it cocks its little head to one side and looks at me as if I am crazy. Patience, patience, patience, is the only thing I have ever found that works.
I don't think any other dog could possibly be more loving that Chauncey and Gabrielle. Chauncey was a real handful as a baby and he was almost a month older than Gabrielle when I brought him home. So, we are basically living in the kitchen right now. I pushed the love seat in there and put a long baby gate between us and the living room. As long as we stay in there, they are both perfect little angells, using their potty pads faithfully. So far that has not carried over into rooms with carpeting for Gabrielle. I imagine it's going to be a long haul. She is only nine weeks old.
Unconditional love is not always the easiest thing to practice.
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