Tall Tails: Tough Love for Winnie

First off I just want to apologize for not staying on top of this little bloggy space of mine. The truth is y'all, I've felt like crap the last few days. The best way I can describe it is a hangover 24/7--only I haven't been drinking! What a rip-off.

I even took a nap in my car during my lunch break yesterday.

Needless to say my free time has been spent on the couch either sleeping or watching TV. Also LT. Hubs is gone for the next two weeks with his unit. He's only been gone a couple of days but it feels like a lot longer and the worst is being sick when you're all by yourself. I miss having someone to whine at and give me hugs even though I'm being overly dramatic. Cause that's what husbands are for right? We'll go with that.

Anyways on to Tall Tails with Adriana and Katie!

As you know we moved into our new house a few weeks ago, and it's been a huge adjustment, especially for Winnie. I naively assumed that once we had a yard she would be automatically inclined to do her biz in it. I mean she's out there most of the time anyway. Uhmmm, not suh much.

As it turns out she'd rather go ALL OVER THE DAMN HOUSE. My once mostly potty-trained pup suddenly has no bladder control whatsoever. Not only that, but we have powder blue carpet from 1984 so wherever she goes leaves ugly green splotches, no matter how hard I scrub. And the splotches are EVERYWHERE. 

So we've basically decided that we're going to have to start from square one and re-potty train which is beyond frustrating. Here's the problem: I suck at disciplining her. I mean, look at her.

I know you love me even if I'm a huge pain in the ass, Mommy.

We've let her have the run of the house up until this point, which obviously was the worst idea ever. It basically became a pee-for-all. But at the apartment she knew to go to her potty pad at the back door if we weren't home to take her out. We thought she'd put two and two together eventually. Clearly she hasn't made that connection yet.

So I've gone back to gating her in the kitchen during the day, like when we first got her. I really hate leaving her all penned up like that for hours and hours by herself. We don't have the doggy door yet so she can't even go outside to chase squirrels. She has her bed and her toys, but it just seems so lonely and makes me feel like a bad mom.

I even leave the radio on for her so it's not like total solitary confinement.

Am I being over dramatic? How do you feel about leaving your furbaby home alone all day?

Much love to ya,