Bruce still pees in the house. I am pretty resigned that we may never cure him. So Bryce and I do our best to never let him alone. I often find myself in one room thinking, "Where's Bruce?" and leave what I am doing, sometimes with carrot peeler or spatula in hand to see where the dog actually is and whether I need to pull out the Resolve. This morning I found him sitting on Kimball's clean laundry. Oh well, at least he didn't pee on it.
Here is another picture of Bruce snuggled up to Kimball after he successfully rolled over. He looks proud of himself, doesn't he. I mean, Kimball. Well, they both look pretty impressed with themselves.
