Eleven week old cockapoo - nearly twelve weeks - just simply not getting toilet training. I take him to the garden immediately after he wakes, after playing, shortly after eating and drinking - we are out there all the time and so most poos and wees happen there and he immediately gets a treat and copious praise.
However, if he's inside and the urge takes him he will just go on the kitchen floor. He won't ask to go out, he won't go to the door (which he can always access), he will just do his business. We ignore, clean up with enzyme cleaner, keep going. And there is still no progress.
It's coming up to four weeks of me spending pup's every waking minute either standing out in the garden or else watching him intently indoors and the second his nose goes to ground, whisking him out.
I stand him at the door and say 'toilet' then I open it and if he toilets out there - treats, praise, playtime. If he doesn't, he comes back in and I stare intently at him until I think he will go. I've just picked him up mid kitchen poo and plonked him outside to finish and bestowed treat and praise.
The thing is, I have a job. I'm sure I used to have a life that didn't involve staring at a puppy's bum nonstop. I expected toilet training to be an intense couple of weeks where I wouldn't be able to get much done. We're now approaching a month and the dog is getting nowhere. Yes, he sleeps a lot and I can try to cram all my work into his naptimes but honestly it is sapping my will to live spending so much time every day waiting for him to poo or wee and cleaning up multiple accidents a day whatever I do. It's 3 or 4 wees a day indoors and a poo inside maybe twice a week. Every outdoor poo or wee is because I have led him outside. I am doing everything I'm supposed to do, and he just isn't learning. Everyone I speak to says toilet training takes about two weeks, but I don't think we'll ever get there and I am absolutely losing the will to live. Is it normal to see absolutely zero progress after nearly four weeks? Of course I expect some accidents in the house until he's older, but so many feels absolutely soul destroying especially given how relentlessly I'm taking him outside. Then the second I look away to put the kettle on for a cup of tea to keep my hands warm in the garden, he's gone on the kitchen floor. Will this ever get better?