Even in the early stages of our team-up, Claren was always a big fan of toileting. If she had any waste in her body and she was given a chance to "hurry," she did.
Fame seems to dig privacy, familiarity and a full bladder or colon. If she doesn't really have to go, it is tough to entice her. And if she is in view/hearing/smelling of something more interesting -- meaning anything -- forget it.
I could get her to pee during training, but to get her to poop I had to walk her around to the front of the building away from the other dogs, the other people, everything. This became our thing (or Mom's) and fed into her appreciation of familiarity to do anything. She will now, after a month and a half, pee on walks, but she still won't poop. Usually.
Once or twice, though, she had to go. She still doesn't do it in the grass where I take her. She poops in the street.
Which is what happened tonight. What happened after really has me torn. Mom, of course, wasnt with me to pick up the poop, so I got a bag and started picking it up, when a couple walked past without a word. No offer to help, nothing.
On the one hand, fine. I can pick up poop, although it is easier if it is in a pile rather than four separate spots on the street. On the other, who walks past someone in a wheelchair picking up poop in the middle of the street?
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