Many of you know that we have a Silky Terrier named Tux. He’s cute. He’s affectionate. He’s travel sized.
He’s also not housebroken.
I don’t require too many things from our pets, but proper bathroom habits ranks near the top of the list. In fact, there remains a distinct possibility that Tux, awesome namesake or not, won’t remain a member of the Powers’ household. He has until the end of summer.
Thankfully, last night, he made it through the night without desecrating our home. This pleased me greatly. It was actually 2 nights in a row, so I see some hope.
Go Tux Go! (but like, go outsite and stuff)