My first yorkie Max would do that. He would go to the back door and I would say you gotta go pee pee and he would do his little dance and away he would go. I would give him a treat when he would come in. I got worry about him going out so much, so one day I let him out and watched him, he would go down the side walk and them come back in and, he wasn't doing anything he just wanted a treat. I thought what a brat then I thought he is pertty darn smart. Max was my first yorkie that had a great life, he lived to be 17 years old, he was a smart little boy that taught me alot. Maddie and Rudy think when the other one goes out and does there bussiness they should get a treat too, they are smart little things...............Cindy |