BUT I went to get some cheese to snack on and gave Gimli a tiny piece to chew on. He really likes cheese :D Sharp Cheddar... he's such my boy :D
Any ways .... saw him sniffing in between times he was begging for more cheese and I thought I'd wrap a small piece (but bigger than what he had) into some tissue, let him sniff it, told him we were going outside to go potties... took him out, walked him along the wall in front of the door (which is where I'd like for him to go cause I don't want to walk to the other end of the parking lot at 6am or midnight being a little shady and scared :D) and he finally went!! I immediately praised him and gave him the cheese!
and yes... I a pseudo conga line in the living room w/ him on my hip like a baby, singing "Gimmy went to potty" and showered him with kisses till he didn't want to kiss me any more, which is saying a lot. :D
Yes we are all crazy in this house. A crazy mom w/ a Boston that acts like a 5 year old human baby on crack.
Thank all you guys & gals for suggestions this morning!!!!! Here's to hoping we keep up with the good luck! *raises her cheese* Cheers!