My new rescue pug, Max, has adopted some potty habits that I'm not sure are normal. We take him out in the backyard before we leave for work in the morning and when we come home at lunchtime, we go for a walk after work, and we go out in the backyard once more before bed. When we first got him home, he would pee during most of these times. Over the past week or so, however he refuses to go in our yard. He still goes when we go for our walk (he likes to mark the whole neighborhood and probably goes six or seven times during the course of a 30 minute walk). The last couple of days I have tried walking him down the street a little in the morning and at lunch and he happily goes on our next door neighbor's fence.
I can walk him instead of taking him out in the backyard (although I like taking him outside so that we can play a little after he's done), that's not a problem. I'm just wondering if it's normal for a pug to not want to go potty in his own yard? It's probably crazy, but I just have this feeling like he doesn't want to waste it on a place that already smells like him. Do I need to get some other dogs to come over and pee in my yard so he wants to cover up the smell, lol?
I've not had this issue so I'm of little help, but I had to laugh when I got to the part about Max not wanting to 'waste' his pee in the backyard =D My boys potty in our fenced backyard, and while non-pug Diesel just does his business, pug Bruno makes it his mission to pee anywhere Diesel does. I think you might be onto something about sprinkling some strange scent around the yard =)
When I got Toby, he was the same way, I could hardly get him to go. Finally he figured out he is supposed to pee in our yard lol.
Christa, Mom to Toby, Kelsey & Summer
missing Riley and Roxy, who are at the bridge
and my precious Bella 11-2-07 - 05-6-12
I'm glad to know it may get better! He's so funny, I think part of the problem might also be that he just wants to play when he's in our yard. I'm thinking that I'll probably have to just wait him out a few times (and not let him play until after he goes!).
One of the founding members of the forum put it like this: boil and dice some prime chicken breast, freeze tiny pieces, carry a few tiny pieces in your pocket while you escort the man into the back yard----take your time, read a book, recite poetry, but do not yield until a pee or poop is accomplished----at that exact moment burst into a spasm of praise and dance and jubilation, reward the event with nummy treats which are never offered for any other occasion. Oddly, it is the dance more than the chicken fragments that elicit the event.