'Nicole, the dog pissed everywhere.' that's what Im dealing with first thing this morning. I think its sabotage. The last thing I want to do this morning is immediately rescue the dog from her urine soaked coat. Its time to make final plans for this one. Not very good at dealing with this. Its like dealing with swamp thing giving her a bath. She's an incredible shedding machine. The kind of shedding that doesn't completely release itself from the rest of her coat. Not sure either what smells worse, the urine or fowl dog farts. Just a hot mess. She should have a show. Just a skit or regular appearance on a familiar program.
Casual dining experience at home one evening. Who steals the show? Two aggressive dogs. Apparently something had fallen from the table and one noticed, maneuvered to retrieve the morsel at the same time as the other. Ferocious growling and barking commenced. Just moments earlier I was delighted to have been greeted by them after a long day and rewarded them with a milk bone biscuit.
During this holiday season several years ago we adopted a handsome 8 month old large breed puppy. Bringing him home was a delight. I had become a dog person. He was high energy with a healthy appetite for attention. Never aggressive toward humans, just one of those in your face constantly sort of dogs. We had trouble letting him off his leash in dog parks because suddenly the sound of our voice didn't register with him outdoors. It was full on sprint in the opposite direction of where we were calling him from. About 4 or 5 years later we brought home a 12 or 16 week old puppy. She was my charity case. I never intended on keeping her. She was going to be someone's perfect pet. I dressed her up, signed her up for obedience classes early, exposed her to social settings where dogs usually aren't welcome. She's just the right size as well- not as tall as our large breed puppy and only about 40 lbs, perfect tag along. Never found a home for her. That's why she's still with us. I couldn't imagine her anywhere else.