You can lead a Dachshund to his potty spot, but you can't make him go.
Joey says "Hey thanks Dad for spending an hour to clear out a path and spot for me to potty after the blizzard, but you better think again if you really think I'm gonna go here. Are you crazy? You know it's not my regular spot." It's a battle of wills in Chicago, world headquarters of the Long and Short of it All. Of course Maggie knew exactly what to do - she's good like that. Twenty four hours and no BM for the Joe-meister though. Hopefully soon.
We've got to take a few days off, our Dad's Dad is very ill, but we'll be back some time next week. Keep bundled up in the meantime. And kiss all your Grandmas and Grandpas.
Yours in Dachshund Love,
Joey and Maggie.....