May 20, 2015

I was thinking about what to write today when…BAM….here came the text from my daughter.

“Look what Sadie did!”

Slow breaths in, hold it, slow breaths out…..repeat……

Rewind to yesterday….

The agreement in getting a puppy last year was that I did not have to do dog duty.

“That’s okay”, said my family, “We’ll take care of her!”

“We promise.”

I should have known what was coming.

Every single household with children for the last 100 centuries has experienced this phenomenon.

Why would I have this blind faith that my experience would be any different?

I must have been drinking, but I agreed to get a hairy couch-eating monster puppy named Sadie.

I will sheepishly admit that she was pretty cute and cuddly.

Not unlike all puppies, she has chewed up many things in the last year and a half, making me growl each time.

As I put her in her kennel the other day, I felt sorry for her laying on a chewed up towel with nothing to play with.

Nothing to play with?  What kind of cruel owners must you be?

As I rush to leave the house crawling under the dining room table, running up and down stairs, looking behind furniture….there is NEVER a toy in sight!

So I tell the dog crew (my family) that it is inhumane to leave her in the kennel like that and they should come up with a plan to give the poor dog something soft to lay on and toys that stay in the kennel.

AND….I add….you should take the foam out of the dog bed and replace it with old towels or sheets so she doesn’t eat the foam.

“Okay, good idea!”, they exclaimed.

Ummmm……I don’t think the concept quite sunk in.

Damn dog.

Damn dog.

Damn dog.

Sigh…

 

“Every dog has his day, unless he loses his tail, then he has a weak-end.” ~June Carter Cash