Thursday, January 24, 2013
Let me explain part of my rant about my dog. There are several things that stress me out about her (the whole eating her poop thing grosses me out, but that is not the reason.) The thing that really got me that day was the fact that she likes to bolt when she is given an inch, and she will not listen to me...that drives me nuts. But, it was particularly bad on Monday. The kids had the day off of school and were home with me. I hopped in the shower to enjoy a few moments of me time. I was so rudely interrupted by my kids yelling at me that the dog got out and they could not get her back. She will get in people's back yards, chase anyone she can, and simply get into trouble. So I hopped out of the shower, threw a towel around my body and ran outside. Sure enough she was gone far from our yard. I ran down the driveway, barefoot, soaking wet, hair dripping and only half covered with a towel in 20ish degree weather. I am yelling and hollering at the dog, and she is blatently ignoring me. I turn to my left a see my 60 year old neighbor working in the yard building his get rich quick scheme shed just looking at me like, "looks fun." It was obvious I needed help and he was not about to jump in. So I ran inside, threw on something to cover myself to go get the dog. By then she was following and pestering a walker. He was about to leave the neighborhood, and so was the dog. The walker was nice enough to stop and allow me time to catch up to the dog. I still had to chase her for a bit before I got a hold of her. I did not even drag her back home (but I was not about to let go of her collar cause she would bolt again). She cried and screamed the whole way home like I was beating her (oh believe me I wanted to!) Instead she just earned herself a stay in her kennel and my frustration. Moments like that are not my idea of fun...but I guess at least my neighbors got a show out of it. I am just not wired for that much patience I suppose...and that is my story.
Monday, January 21, 2013
At this very moment I hate our dog. I really do. I have got to write it down to release some of my stress so Grant does not have to get an earful and feel the need to apologize. At this point I derive very little pleasure from her. I try to remind myself she is a puppy and I need to be patient, but she has about zapped all my patience from me. The horrible side effect of that is now I am way less patient with my kids, and they do not deserve that. I have enough stress in my life without her sending me over the edge....oh and believe me she does. Next time I think I want a dog and miss having one around, I need to remember how horrible this has been and really come to terms with the fact that I am just not a pet person...it really is not in me.