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 Around 5:30 tonight I put a pan of lasagna in the oven and decided to take Mia, my sugar glider, outside  to get some fresh air. I’ve taken her out lots of times and let her play on little trees or bushes where I can keep an eye on her.  In New England we only have short bursts of hot weather so I wanted her to feel some sun on her face.

I stepped outside my door and to the one half tree right next to my townhouse.

Because I think Mia is the cutest thing ever, I set her on the tree  for a second to take a picture of her. And wouldn’t you know the little monster scurried up that tree so fast I couldn’t stop her. It doesn’t look  high in the pics it, but it is. There was no where she could go, except to the leafy tree next to it, but the street was right on the other side. If she decided to glide around she could SPLAT on a car. 

The two dogs stood next to me, wondering where Mia was, and why I kept looking up. At this point I was sure she’d be down any second as she has bonded to me and is usually clinging to my arm or shoulder. I ran inside and got my camera, shut the oven off less my lasagna burn, and went back out. I used the camera both to tape her, thinking it would be a cute footage for later, and also because I could zoom in and find her when she was hiding in the leaves.

A half hour went by. She wasn’t coming down. The neighbors came home. Yay! Both sets actually arrived at the same time. I got my big ladder which was actually not big at all near the tree. I climbed it, but it was no use.

At this point, we were about 90 minutes in. One neighbor went in, the other stayed with me (a woman). At this point, people in houses all around were starting to peek their heads out. Some kids asked what was going on. The man across the street from me, who in five years I’ve never met, yelled over, “Your cat stuck in the tree?”

“No, my sugar glider.”

“What?” I’m used to this. No one knows what a sugar glider is. I explained what she looked like and added, because it’s a fun fact, that we were on Animal Planet. He came over with his BIG ladder but it still wasn’t big enough. It reached about halfway up the tree. He shimmied up it in seconds and coaxed her with bread shoved into broom bristles. She walked up to end of the broom then ran back up, well out of reach.

The sun was setting and since she’s nocturnal and I’m not, I really needed to get her down before darkness fell or I could lose her forever.

So the neighbor, Mike,  went home and got the giant ladder which was as high as the tree. He mentioned then he had been in Iraq. I noticed his Marine shirt. If anyone could save my glider, he could. After a while of all of us shaking the stump and the leafy tree, banging the ladder against the tree to spook her, nothing happened. Mia ran back and forth, playing glider games: eating bark and bugs, washing her hands, gliding from the stump to the leafy tree, playing peek a boo…

Finally the Marine, against my pleas, climbed the giant ladder. “Well look at this,” he called down. There was a little cubby area in the top of the tree and Mia was hiding in there. He reached in and though she protested, he was able to grab her and come, one-handed, down the ladder. He gave her to  me and I promptly put her back in her cage where she will rest in solitary confinement until the panic wears off both of us. No more outdoor trips. She is hiding under her blanket now, tired from her big adventure. Two hours in a tree was a long time for her, and for me 

I am grateful she came out of it unscathed and pleased that everyone worked so well together to save my litter sugar glider.

Note: the outdoor pics were taken on a day she behaved herself on a tiny tree. No pictures today except of her sleeping quiet and safe under her blanket.


I have two dogs. Anna is my 6 year old Mini Schnauzer and Lily is my 11 month old Piggy Yorkie. No, Piggy Yorkie is not a new hybrid, she’s just an exceptionally large dog for her breed, 11 pounds begat from 6 pound parents. Anna goes through phases of being housebroken. Locked in her small hallway, she’s fine all day. She usually sleeps through the night and on the rare occasions she doesn’t. she wakes me up to take her out. Well, at least that’s how it used to be.

I got Lily last summer and Anna has regressed. Lily was pad trained when I got her, and still is, mostly. But she also sometimes urinates on the rug near the pad, or nowhere near it. I was pretty proud of both of them for a while as they had the run of the first floor and there were no visible messes, even on the pee pad (for Lily, Anna won’t use them).  But then the oriental rug under the dining room table started to smell like a barn and I figured it out.

I sequestered them back in their hallway during the day, covered the oriental runner in plastic, and put down a pad. Okay good, that works. But overnight? Inevitably, someone jumps off the bed in the middle of the night in secret and I awake to mysterious circles on the rug. I will say the carpet shampoo manufacturers LOVE me.

I’d just about given up hope and started having fantasies that the dogs would get kidnapped, made into Schnauzer and Piggy Yorkie coats. Then one day I was rubbing Lily’s tummy and noticed her nipples were swollen. It was then I remembered that I had never gotten her fixed. I’d meant to but…and no she’s not pregnant, just in heat.

To prevent even more damage to my carpet I went to Wal-Mart and picked up some doggy underwear, or diapers. They only had one brand available, and it came in a two pack. Pink and purple. They velcro on and you stick panty liners in them. Okay so that’s easy enough. And honestly, Lily looked pretty cute in hers. I got to thinking that when she was wearing it, she wouldn’t be likely to pee her panties and that would housebreak her.

I thought what the heck, why not slap the second pair on Anna and my overnights would be pee free? The first night, Lily was restless. The second night, it was Anna who did not like the clothing. But two nights in a row? Clean rugs!

Within a few days, Anna seemed to get use to night diapers and Lily found ways to wriggle out of them within seconds.  Lily has a long body and whoever docked her tail (not a practice I approve of but she was that way when I got her) cut it too short. As such, the panties don’t stay on very well. With the smallest amount of wriggling, they slide right down her skinny little butt.

It’s been a couple of weeks now since I started this experiment. Lily has stopped menstruating so she doesn’t need the pads anymore, and obviously Anna never did. I still put them on both dogs every night.

I say I’ve cut accidents by about 50%. It would be higher if Lily’s were harder for her to get off. And the upside is that if Lily does get up in the middle of the night, she mostly uses the pad. People use crates and leashes and lots of other ways to train their dogs, but for me, this seems the least restrictive.

I’m hoping that if i keep this up another couple of weeks then let them sleep diaper free, I’ll finally wake up to clean carpets. I’ll keep everyone posted but for now, so far so good.

I’ll post updates as I have them.

-Tracy

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