Do you see the tiny photinia plant in this photo, the one submerged in more than a foot of water?

That tiny photinia marks the spot where we have been teaching Tex to potty.

Have you ever seen a Corgi with five-inch legs try to potty in more than a foot of water?

The only parts of his body that are not submerged are nose, eyes, and ears.

Crocodile Corgi.

To say that our record rainfall is interfering greatly with Tex's potty training would be a gross understatement.

Waterlogged.

That's what we are.

No-No, Bad Dog!

Hello, my name is Tex, and I'm a confirmed house-soiler.

I know it's not polite to air your dirty laundry.

But I need support, and I am hoping one of you is prepared to give it.

My human just cleaned up after me--again--for the 759th time this month--and she says I will be banished to the back yard soon if I do not learn how to hold my water.

The thing is, I just do not quite get the whole 'housebreaking' concept.

The cat never has to go outside.

The humans never have to go outside.

Why should I have to go outside?

And why, pray tell, must I be on a leash when I do?

Please send any advice, suggestions, encouragement or support my way ASAP, as I kind of like my spot by the sunny window, and I have grown very fond of The Dog Chair.

Sincerely,

No-No, Bad Dog