Freddie, I conjecture, lived his life confined and ignored before he was “confiscated” (as his papers say ) and taken to a Dog Shelter. He went poo & pee whenever and where ever.
I came to this conclusion when he pooped in the house “several” times without our knowing. A few months later he still gives no indication when he needs to “go”. Consequently, I walk him twice a day until I scoop poop. He’s catching on – with each walk he takes longer and longer to poo.
Freddie’s very smart. He can now sit-stay, lay down, stand up and twirl, crawl, wait while standing, high five, low five and lick his lips on command. I’m thinking about toilet training him to know if his poop floats. Until then I’ll have to take this science article on face value – Freddie’s poop probably sinks.