Okay, so everyone remember that lovely, cute, adorable puppy I just had to have? Well, she has got to the terrible twos in the puppy stage and she is no longer fun to me. She does in fact stress me to the outer most limits of my sanity.
I actually hate her most of the time now. I cannot stand her whining, her trying to beat the crap out of my little dog because she wants to play and he looks like a teddy bear to tear up, her shear will and disobedience , her messing in the house because she doesn’t want to go outside, among many other things. She has actually peed on my couch, more than once I think. And it’s not like I don’t watch her because I do. Usually I am in the same room with her.
She’s old enough to understand that she shouldn’t do something like jumping all over my couch and yet she will go do it and then when she sees me coming to punish her she runs. I do not care for disobedient children and I absolutely hate disobedient dogs.
To make matters worse my little dog, Griffin who isn’t the brightest crayon in the box, has decided to act out also. He has peed on the couch now at least twice too and when I send him out to go potty he does not come back as he used to do.
All of this compounded with my mental state as of right now is almost too much to bear. I wanted to train Lily up for hunting for my husband, but right now the only thing I want to hunt is her. I am beyond anxious and irritated and I just want to get rid of them. If I was less Humane I would probably just shoot them.
As it is, I know it is my fault that I have these animals. I am the 1 who just haaaaddd to have the cute little puppy. Finding a home for them out here would not be the easiest thing. Plus I feel like I should have to keep them because I’m the one who had to have them in the first place.
I am trying to tough it out, but if I can find a good home for at least one I know I will be much happier, not to mention much calmer.
It has been a few weeks since I wrote the above and while things have gotten a little better I’m still thinking I bit off more than I can chew. I was getting in the habit of just putting the pup outside when I left or needed a break and letting her just run, but one day I came home to find her all bloody and looking only half alive.
I rushed her to the vet and he said somebody had hit her. She was alright though, besides being sore and having had a major bloody nose, and very lucky. Since then she has stuck to me like gum on a shoe and behaving better. My Brussels Griffon, however, is still being the jealous type. He’s such a man, lol.