![]() ![]() T hough this technique may have literally scared the poop out of her, it was not deemed a suitable solution. We almost considered strapping her to the boom and sending her out over the sea to do her thing. ![]() These ‘walks’ consist of several zig-zags, figure eights, and circles across the foredeck with random stops on her grass mat as if we’ve just happened upon it, but other than for entertainment value and a bit of additional exercise, this method hasn’t proven successful either. While sailing or motoring in light weather we have also tried walking her on board. Luckily, we are surrounded by a plethora of water, otherwise the clean up could have been a lot worse. Instead of using it, she made a sudden, rather offended swerve and adroitly avoided it n ot quite the result (or the mess) we were hoping for. In a mad dash, we grabbed her mat and threw it underneath her. B ut, resulted in an appalling gastral consequence- resulting in a need for her to go PRONTO while we were sailing. On one occasion, she ate something that I’m sure, to her discerning doggie taste buds, was unquestionably delicious. Conlee even tried peeing on it thinking an opposing scent might strike her competitive side…apparently, he is the wrong species for the job. We have carried said turf to shore and rubbed it in places she has peed, hoping she’ll later acknowledge it as her ‘turf’ and continue to re-mark it as necessary. We have bought puppy training mats and a square patch of green turf to emulate - what we believe to be - a satisfactory urination station. So far, we have attempted a few methods thanks to a couple of friendly recommendations paired with a bit of independent research. Sailing the BC coast is great for making short trips from anchorage to anchorage, however, the time will come when we will make longer offshore passages where she will need her to do her business on the boat one aspect of life on the water she has yet to try, let alone master. Our routes to date have made for an easy training ground when it comes to the business of Muoi’s…”business”. Whenever we arrive at a new anchorage, she is up on the bow, sniffing the air, prudently supervising the dinghy launch anticipating the new territories to claim and squirrels to chase once we drop the hook. It didn’t take her long to recognize the dinghy as her ticket to shore. Muoi, an adventurous dog at h eart, adjusted to the sailing life relatively quickly. When we finally got the boat to Canadian waters it was time to introduce Muoi to her new home. While Conlee and I spent our first year onboard Akhlut getting comfortable in our new abode and learning how to sail, Muoi-our 11 year-old Siberian Husky-stayed with her second family back on land. ![]()
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