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I recently landed a job that puts me out of the house for a good bit everyday.
I felt really bad for dog, I knew it must suck being stuck in the house all day after being used to hanging out with me.
I really love the dog, he's my best friend, so I decided to fence in my yard for him.
It's not a huge fence, but he's a really small dog so I'm sure it's more than big enough for him to explore while I'm gone.
And it was a huge investment for a 20somthing just getting on his feet.
Anyway, the fence was finished last week, but there's one problem, I don't think my dog likes it.
Every time I let him out he just sits there waiting for me to let him back in.
I've let him out for hours at a time and all he does is wait for me to let him back in like he doesn't think that he's allowed to go and play around or something.
Where I live is very temperate, it never gets above 80 (and even that's rare). I made sure he has plenty of things to explore and toys to play with, as well as nice shaded areas with food and water.
I'm just not sure what I've done wrong.
Any ideas on how I can "train" him that it's okay to play around when I'm not there?
Is it at all possible that he really does just not like being out there?
pic related, that's him
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Hey /an/, I have a problem. I have just come to realize how gross old pets are. My roommate brought home a 15 year old Boxer named Jojo the other day; he's taking care of her until her owners come back from Europe next week. She's very sweet, gentle, playful, and obedient (when it's convenient for her). She's also very toothless, milky-eyed, and gaseous. It's also a fair bet that toilet water is her preferred beverage, as I just heard her down what sounded like the entire bowl's worth just now. Note: pic is Lucy, the bad dog.
About 30 minutes ago, I came back into my room from taking a nice, messy poop, and laid down on my bed to try and get some shuteye before I spend the next two days being excessively lazy.
>dishes can suck it, too
Anyway, not 14 seconds pass by and sure enough, here comes good ol' Jojo clopping over to my room. Before she even gets to my door (which, due to poor architecture and Louisiana, does not fully close):
She disregards this completely and paws her way in like she owns the gig:
>Jojo out, you creep me out. I love you but pls go
She stares at me blankly, and lays down on the floor. I assume she initially wanted the bed but yeah. Nah. As she lay down, she let out a torrential dog fart. No other dog fart has been quite like this one. The stench was eldritch, and (serious) left a bitter taste in my mouth.
>my mouth was closed
Then the madness began. Let me preface this by saying that I am fully aware of the process of aging and how things start to get weird, but there are some things that I cannot endure.
She began drooling, which led her to start licking her chops incessantly. I can only describe the sound as pulling a boot out of deep, viscous swamp mud.
>Jojo why are you like this. Stop being gross so I can love you
Sklurp sniff snort
>what cruel god does this
>that was not a Glade timed air-freshener