The Boom goes BoomBoom....

Oh Boomer. Boomer's potty issues seem to be escalating, and Matt and I are going to have to resort to true crate training, we think. This morning, Boomer was taken out no less than three times (and did nothing....) before Brea missed the bus and Matt ended up taking her to school. This is perhaps a 30 minute round trip - at most. So, apparently, Matt came home to find Boomer going nuts in his crate, howling, barking, really upset. Matt looks in and finds that Boomer....is "sitting in a sea of his own pee and poop." Oh brother.

So, Matt took the whole crate into the bathroom (so Boom wouldn't track his you-know-what all over the carpet) and gives Boomer a bath. Boom's crate is now soaked in bleach water. We don't know what Boomer's deal is -- what dog (or person, for that matter), doesn't need to go potty when they first wake up in the morning? Why wouldn't he just go then? Ugh. Well, he has certainly marked his crate - and about a 4 square foot area of carpet around the crate - as his own!

Alrighty. I've just decided a nap is a better idea than going to the gym. Hooray illness. NOT!