Remind me that I love this little Terrier?
We got up this morning, and while I was slipping on some shoes and getting her leash so I could take her out to potty, she ignored me calling her to the front door, dashed to the hallway in front of the bathroom door and squatted and peed.
So I didn't take her next door with me to my parents' house like I usually do in the morning (my kitchen drain still doesn't work so I go next door to make a mug of tea every morning - Tallulah and Bimmer go with me, Kharma sleeps late). She knows that peeing in the house is NOT a good thing to do and we've been working on it, but she has some slips. If it's my fault, we deal with that and I don't give her The Look. If it's something like this morning, she gets The Look and she acts like she's just committed a felony. Generally she does the felony act before she even gets The Look.
So, she knows . . . oh, she KNOWS what she's doing.
While Bimmer and I were next door, she cried and howled and whined and squealed and carried on until Kharma made her shut up.
Little sh1t got even with me . . .
After I left for the store, she GOT IN MY CLOSET, ignored all the old, well worn shoes on the floor of the closet, RUMMAGED ON THE SHELVES and PULLED DOWN THE NEW MERRELL SANDALS my mom insisted on getting for me and demolished the uppers of the left one.
She also dug out another sandal - also the left one - to another pair that I wear sometimes with dresses and chewed the front of the sole off. Again, this was a relatively new, unworn shoe.
The real bitch of this is that now I've got to go back to Pigeon Forge and hope I can find another pair of sandals like the ones mom bought me in my size. If she finds out that Tallulah did that I will never, ever hear the end of it. Instead of a once a week, "you need to find that dog a home," it will be pretty much a daily - if not every time she talks to me - diatribe And I will never, ever, ever hear the end of how I don't love her because my dog chewed up the expensive sandals she bought me.
And I can't even stay mad at this little monster . . .
We got up this morning, and while I was slipping on some shoes and getting her leash so I could take her out to potty, she ignored me calling her to the front door, dashed to the hallway in front of the bathroom door and squatted and peed.
So I didn't take her next door with me to my parents' house like I usually do in the morning (my kitchen drain still doesn't work so I go next door to make a mug of tea every morning - Tallulah and Bimmer go with me, Kharma sleeps late). She knows that peeing in the house is NOT a good thing to do and we've been working on it, but she has some slips. If it's my fault, we deal with that and I don't give her The Look. If it's something like this morning, she gets The Look and she acts like she's just committed a felony. Generally she does the felony act before she even gets The Look.
So, she knows . . . oh, she KNOWS what she's doing.
While Bimmer and I were next door, she cried and howled and whined and squealed and carried on until Kharma made her shut up.
Little sh1t got even with me . . .
After I left for the store, she GOT IN MY CLOSET, ignored all the old, well worn shoes on the floor of the closet, RUMMAGED ON THE SHELVES and PULLED DOWN THE NEW MERRELL SANDALS my mom insisted on getting for me and demolished the uppers of the left one.
She also dug out another sandal - also the left one - to another pair that I wear sometimes with dresses and chewed the front of the sole off. Again, this was a relatively new, unworn shoe.
The real bitch of this is that now I've got to go back to Pigeon Forge and hope I can find another pair of sandals like the ones mom bought me in my size. If she finds out that Tallulah did that I will never, ever hear the end of it. Instead of a once a week, "you need to find that dog a home," it will be pretty much a daily - if not every time she talks to me - diatribe And I will never, ever, ever hear the end of how I don't love her because my dog chewed up the expensive sandals she bought me.
And I can't even stay mad at this little monster . . .