On my mind today is the topic of pets. Mainly because all of mine sit with me each day as I write. Okay, not the cat. She does what the hell she wants, but my dogs sit faithfully within petting distance cheering me on in their own doggy way as I pound out the words on my keyboard.
Thing is I love my animals…and I hate them.
Why you may ask?
Because they are trouble. Especially Georgia, the lab. First, let me make a disclaimer. She’s a sweet, sweet beautiful dog. But she’s also destructive. My husband wanted a duck dog. He researched breeders and found one nearby with an excellent reputation. So off we went to “look” at them and back we came with three-month old Georgia. The first night she slept like an angel. The second night she pooped on the oldest child’s carpet…a stain that couldn’t be removed. Then the chewing started. She chewed everything. My custom-made leather ottomon, the dang wood trim on the cabinet, and her absolute favorite – my throw pillows. Away she went for six months to duck school. Oh, Lord, the bill that came each month! You don’t even want to know how much. Trust me. Then back she came, trained, obedient and ready to hunt. Uh, yeah, right.
So, she’s particularly on my mind because last night (Mon.) while we were at one of the kid’s football game, Georgia went shopping on the counter and found a huge bag of candy my son left out. And being a canine of little intelligence (and not being able to read about all those calories!) she ate the whole bag, wrappers and all. The kid freaked out because he’d promised that candy to someone and then there were accusations, shouting, sighs, maybe even a few tears.
And this morning there was vomit on the youngest child’s bed.
I know what you’re thinking….why don’t they crate the stupid dog?
You have a point.
I think we’ll be getting one of those very soon because I’m tired of stuffing on the ground, bread bags torn to peices (she’s a carb loader) and teeth marks on the wainscoating. So more money will be spent. Because we haven’t spent enough on toys she chews up immediately, special food for her dry skin, medicine for her dry skin, and special oil to go on her food for dry skin.
Yeah, yeah. I know. But I love her. And her faithful companion, Ike, the Boston Terrier. So far Ike wins behavior-wise. And, yes, I picked him out. 🙂
So do you have pets that drive you to distraction? Pets that you love to distraction? Both?
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