Jen, my Bailey was a bell ringer, being taught to ring it from day one and catching on right away. As he got older, he would ring the bell and when I opened the door to let him out, he would just sniff the air, look at me and not budge. Finally, after doing this several times, I told him, in a firm voice, that if he rang the bell he had to go out. Well, it worked! I was amazed but, as we all know, these guys are very smart. I guess he knew I meant business. From that day on, that was all I had to say and out he'd go. I miss that look
Tyler, on the other hand, never picked up the habit. He just goes to the door and looks at me. If I'm in another room, I think he would stand there all day waiting for me without saying a word or trying the bell which is still at the base of the door frame. (It's an old fashion cow bell, not the poochie bells). Good luck with with Timmy who, by the way, looks so much like Bailey that it's uncanny.