I may have unfairly accused Alex. I'm pretty sure that it was him that peed in front of Abby's crate the other night, but I didn't actually catch him in the act, so I can be positive. But he's not really framing Abby, either, since she made it clear she's been doing some peeing of her own.
Quite a bit of peeing actually. Three times last night I found a puddle in the dining room, and I knew it had to be Abby, because Alex hadn't moved from his bed--which is another issue. Alex is in a funk. He doesn't know how to handle Abby and all her puppy energy and he is in his "fear cycle." It's like he just gets mind-locked and now he's terrified by a little puppy. It's to the point I'm considering doggie prozac. He's been a little better today so I guess I will wait and see.
Needless to say, I am quickly running out of tricks in my amateur doggie psychologist bag for these two, so if anybody knows a great puppy shrink, send 'em my way--especially if you happen to be friends with Cesar Millan!
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