This morning was like most other mornings in my house. I finished getting dressed, I gathered up my gym clothes and shoes and went to put them in my gym bag. That’s when I saw it. My new bag from World Market that doubles as my gym bag and a grocery bag had yellow stuff all over it. As I leaned over closer I knew immediately what had happened.
My dog had peed all over my gym bag. The gym bag that was laying on top of my ottoman. The gym bag that was laying on top of my black sweater on top of the ottoman. The black sweater I had planned on wearing today.
Profanities followed.
The issues with the dogs in my house has been ongoing for quite some time now. I’m a very selfish woman who wants to go back to having no dog. Or possibly just one dog. The three we have now are just too much for us to handle. My husband disagrees. Awhile back I made some serious threats which prompted him to purchase a shock collar for our most annoying dog. And while the shock collar definitely kept him from barking, it was short lived. For one, the batteries run down way too quickly. And my husband kept turning it off or taking it off when he was inside. Which defeats the purpose if you ask me. Because he would just go right back to his old ways. (for the record this is the dog who peed on my stuff this morning) And before we knew it, Poot had figured out how to slip that collar off of his skinny little neck and chew it to death. There’s $100 we’ll never see again.
So now he’s collar free and back to being a total a$$hole. You might think I’m kidding when I call him that, but I’m not. If ever a dog was a total jerk, it’s this one.
So I’m back to having three loud barking dogs who can’t get along. This goes just great with my next door neighbor who also has three dogs who love to bark. I’m sure the rest of our neighbors just love us.
So while I would love this post to be about the new truck we just bought for my husband and how badly he needed it and how happy it makes him, it’s not.
Instead this post it me bitching once again about the three little things in my life that make it impossible for me to be happy in my own home. And the one subject that me and my husband just cannot agree on.
Life is hard ya’ll.
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