This is not an "I love Dogs" post. This is not a nice post. This is a very emotional post.
I try. I try every single day. I try because it's important to my husband that I try. HE IS THE ONLY REASON OUR THREE RODENTS CALLED DOGS ARE STILL LIVING ON OUR PROPERTY. Yes, all caps means I was yelling. Spitting and drooling as I typed it. Yes the smoke detectors almost went off with all the steam coming out of my ears.
I tried again today. I thought....I'm only going to be gone a hour, maybe an hour and 15 minutes if I stop for a soda. Poor doggies have to be in the kennels so much. Its so stinking hot outside. They stare at me with their puppy dog (Satans spawn) eyes. I give in and let them stay in the kitchen/family room. Open the back door in case they might have an epaphamy and realize they really can pee/poop outside without my begging, cheering and giving them more meaty treats than any real animal deserves.
This is their thanks for overpriced healthy dog food. Dog toys that cost more than my kids toys ever did. Enough household and yard damage I could have bought a vacation home. Here is their ungrateful little offering.
Yes, that is urine soaking the back of the chair. You might even spot a wedding annoucement, USA Today and one of Keith Car magazine, the $15.00 kind. If you look even closer you will spot an ink pen and my favorite Sudoka book. I apoligize that I didn't take a photo of all the barf on my couch (poor babies musta ate too much paper) or the s#*t all over Keith's office. Yes I closed the door but Buddy can open doors now. What a talented puppy.
Sorry baby. I know this will make you feel bad. I know you think I am too harsh. But I am not a fan.
PS...sorry for the rage. and the swearing. and the venom. BUT I AM NOT IN THE DOG FAN CLUB.
PSS. There...all you people that say they can't imagine me losing my temper and yelling and stuff....you got to witness it 1st hand. Don't worry. I'm over it. I'll try the dog thing again tomorrow.