I love my dogs.
I really do.
But . . .
They dig holes in the yard, chew my pillows, pencils and pens and everything in between. They pee and poop on the floor. Run around the house like a couple of chimpanzees, and now this! A whole loaf of bread gone!
Just like that!
I’m going to the dog pound, lock myself in a cage, and pray some nice family will come along and adopt me!
We never owned two dogs at one time before. We never owned females before, either.
Double trouble!
Bella, our greyhound mix was finally potty trained after six months. We’ve had Pepper, our dachshund lab mix for nearly two years and she still squats whenever and wherever she pleases. Our carpet is a roadmap of pee stains throughout the entire house.
Pepper’s a little scavenger, too, jumping on the kitchen counters and dining room table looking for something to get into. I think Bella puts her up to it, though.
One day, Pepper dragged a jalapeno pepper under the dining room table. Needless to say, it was still intact.
Just yesterday, she snatched a slice of bread off the counter. Luckily there was one slice left to complete my grilled cheese sandwich.
Little brat!
Some days I want to ship the pair of them to another planet, but my nagging conscience won’t let me . . . Who would take care of them? Who would play with them? Who would whisper silly stuff in their floppy ears? Who would tuck them in every night and tell them a bedtime story? Who would love them? Feed them? Rush them to the doctor when they get sick?
Besides, I’d be jealous that someone else was getting all their slobbery kisses.
Straight From the Heart 