Dog-Gone Clean House

I have been working on cleaning up my house for two and a half weeks now. In the process, I am moping some part of it daily, all of it every few days. I am changing the dog sheets and blankets on their beds every couple of days. I also cut both dogs hair down to their body to help with a heat rash they have suffered this summer. Steve has bathed them two or three times in the last week alone.

In other words, if not for the leather couches that will forever smell like dogs, you probably wouldn't even know I had dogs when you step into the house. Which is HUGE for us, our house has always smelled like dog haven.

Apparently though, it is much HUGER for the dogs. For days, my small Lassa Apso, Winkles, has started peeing and pooing in my house. Not even in one spot or area, all over. It gets worse each day that passes. I put her out the same as always. Now, I force her out. We've disciplined her. She's not a young pup; we've had her 11 years. For her breed of dog, she's not old enough to be having issues and we haven't changed her feed recently.

So, I was bamboozled.

Until tonight. Steve and I were talking about it, as he cleaned up another pile; her sixth of the day. And I think he hit it right on the nail head.

"I think the house doesn't
smell like her any more
and she is marking her territory."