Dr.Jass
Pastor of Muppets
Valentine was an absolute shit last night.
She peed in the house not once, not twice, but three times. Twice right in front of me.
She chewed a hole in my wall.
She chewed on and therefore destroyed some baseboard.
She ran away three times. Between the second and third time, she blatantly hunkered down and took a shit in my living room, right in front of me, then bolted out the front door, knocked the screen door open and was gone. Maybe a minute had elapsed from the time she came in, shat on my floor, and vanished. By that time, I was so pissed off and frustrated with her my attitude was, "Good riddance!" She went to my friend Tina's house the last time. Tina called me several times last night but I'd gone to bed out of frustration after cleaning up the shit. I was so pissed off at that dog I don't think I'd have been able to deal with her reasonably.
I went and got Valentine from Tina's early this AM. Apparently she didn't like being tied up outside all night. Lesson learned? We'll see.
She is very lucky that she's not at the pound right now. I love her dearly, but last night was simply ridiculous.
I could understand the behavior better if I'd been neglecting her yesterday, but we played for probably an hour or more after I got home from work at 3PM (a couple of hours earlier than normal), and later I took her for a walk. The last vestiges of the Alpha Pup manifesting themselves? Who knows?
She peed in the house not once, not twice, but three times. Twice right in front of me.
She chewed a hole in my wall.
She chewed on and therefore destroyed some baseboard.
She ran away three times. Between the second and third time, she blatantly hunkered down and took a shit in my living room, right in front of me, then bolted out the front door, knocked the screen door open and was gone. Maybe a minute had elapsed from the time she came in, shat on my floor, and vanished. By that time, I was so pissed off and frustrated with her my attitude was, "Good riddance!" She went to my friend Tina's house the last time. Tina called me several times last night but I'd gone to bed out of frustration after cleaning up the shit. I was so pissed off at that dog I don't think I'd have been able to deal with her reasonably.
I went and got Valentine from Tina's early this AM. Apparently she didn't like being tied up outside all night. Lesson learned? We'll see.
She is very lucky that she's not at the pound right now. I love her dearly, but last night was simply ridiculous.
I could understand the behavior better if I'd been neglecting her yesterday, but we played for probably an hour or more after I got home from work at 3PM (a couple of hours earlier than normal), and later I took her for a walk. The last vestiges of the Alpha Pup manifesting themselves? Who knows?

