I'm pretty sure this is how our obituaries are going to read. They will interview my parents and my Mom will say "they found her clinging to the rafters in the living room, if only they could have gotten the puppy house-trained sooner."
Yes, we got a puppy a couple weeks ago. Lola is a Golden Mountain Dog (a Golden Retriever/Burmese Mountain Dog mix), she's about 11 weeks old now and she is going to be HUGE. The reason why we got her varies based on who you ask.
If you ask me:
Wayne ambushed me, whined, cried and pouted until I finally gave in.
If you ask Wayne:
Melissa agreed to let me have a big dog when we got our own house and a big enough yard. It doesn't matter if we had only been moved in for 2 weeks and we still had boxes everywhere! (BTW, I don't ever recall having that conversation and making that deal.)
House-training is going very sloooooowly because Lola has had a Urinary Tract Infection since we got her so she has been squatting to pee ALL. THE. TIME. For the first week or so, she would squat but not actually pee a lot. Well that all changed after the Vet switched her meds last week. Now if she happens to pee on the linoleum I have to put my rubber boots on. I'm talking a huge puddle of puppy pee. Like if you accidentally walk through it the bottom 3/4 inch of your pant legs get wet.
Now you're probably thinking "stop your whining and clean up the damn puppy pee already". Yeah, yeah, you would be saying that because you're not the one that slipped in a huge puppy pee puddle. That's right I slipped and landed in puppy pee. Then as I was getting up soaked in puppy pee, she started to squat again. When I told her no and started to get up yet again she took off running as if to say "I know you're not going to run after me because you're covered in puppy pee!!" Seriously, are you kidding me!?!?!
It is getting better, the story of the worst day I've had with her so far is coming up.
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