On the eighth day of Dog-mas
Dec. 17th, 2012 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
necturus...I discover how to get Loki to go outside in the rain.
This min-pin is very smart, very stubborn, and hates rain. He'll come to the threshold of the open door and refuse to go through it. The more I coax him, the more he backs up into the house.
This morning I tried my Hurricane Irene tactic: carry him to the car and drive him to the Route 128 underpass on Central Avenue. It never rains under Route 128, and he'll get out and walk around a bit. But this method is of limited practical application.
Tonight I took the smoke detector off the wall, brought it to the door, and held it outside. Loki hates the smoke detector and one of his fondest desires is to kill it. He followed it -- and me, since I had it in my hand -- all the way to the street. I then slipped the smoke detector into the pocket of my trenchcoat. He walked with me down to the corner, did his business, and followed me back to the house. I then took the smoke detector out of my pocket, put it on the floor, and let him have at it for a while. It's too big for him to bite and impervious to his claws, so after a few minutes he backed up and let loose a flood of high-pitched barking, whereupon I scooped up the detector and returned it to its mount on the wall. Mission accomplished.
Now I'm sitting on the couch and getting snorted at.
This min-pin is very smart, very stubborn, and hates rain. He'll come to the threshold of the open door and refuse to go through it. The more I coax him, the more he backs up into the house.
This morning I tried my Hurricane Irene tactic: carry him to the car and drive him to the Route 128 underpass on Central Avenue. It never rains under Route 128, and he'll get out and walk around a bit. But this method is of limited practical application.
Tonight I took the smoke detector off the wall, brought it to the door, and held it outside. Loki hates the smoke detector and one of his fondest desires is to kill it. He followed it -- and me, since I had it in my hand -- all the way to the street. I then slipped the smoke detector into the pocket of my trenchcoat. He walked with me down to the corner, did his business, and followed me back to the house. I then took the smoke detector out of my pocket, put it on the floor, and let him have at it for a while. It's too big for him to bite and impervious to his claws, so after a few minutes he backed up and let loose a flood of high-pitched barking, whereupon I scooped up the detector and returned it to its mount on the wall. Mission accomplished.
Now I'm sitting on the couch and getting snorted at.
