I will not kill the dogs
I will not kill the dogs....
I knew Mollie wasn't trust-worthy loose in the house, but she also puts up one hell of a racket when she first goes in her crate, which pisses off my dad. So the past few days I've just been shutting the dogs in my room and everything has been fine.
Then I come home tonight. Mom says "They tore up a couple of things". Ok, I'm thinking they dug the candy wrappers out of the trash and chewed up some plastic wrapping. Eh, wrong.
I come into my room to find that one of them, probably Mollie, climbed up on to my bookshelf somehow and ate the rest of my Christmas candy, including a Godiva bar I was saving for later. Mollie ate a packet of dehydrated food that was supposed to be enough for at least 2 servings, the treats out of my training pouch that was sitting on top of my printer and scattered my CD's that were on my computer tower. Sawyer decided he needed to get in on the fun and got up on my desk to get the stuffed Rottie that I never let him have but he's obsessed with anyway (it's not a toy, it was my travel doggie before I got him) and in the process knocked my mouse 5 feet behind the door. And they chewed the corner off a box of stationary.
It took me 10 minutes to clean up the mess and another 10 minutes to find the mouse, plus 5 more to get it working again.
Now I don't care how loud Mollie gets, she's staying in her crate and I'm going to have a very long and serious talk with Sawyer about how we already went through this stage and he really doesn't need to have a relapse. And I'm trying very hard to remember that they don't remember they've done this and yelling very loudly at them won't do a thing...
I will not kill the dogs....
I knew Mollie wasn't trust-worthy loose in the house, but she also puts up one hell of a racket when she first goes in her crate, which pisses off my dad. So the past few days I've just been shutting the dogs in my room and everything has been fine.
Then I come home tonight. Mom says "They tore up a couple of things". Ok, I'm thinking they dug the candy wrappers out of the trash and chewed up some plastic wrapping. Eh, wrong.
I come into my room to find that one of them, probably Mollie, climbed up on to my bookshelf somehow and ate the rest of my Christmas candy, including a Godiva bar I was saving for later. Mollie ate a packet of dehydrated food that was supposed to be enough for at least 2 servings, the treats out of my training pouch that was sitting on top of my printer and scattered my CD's that were on my computer tower. Sawyer decided he needed to get in on the fun and got up on my desk to get the stuffed Rottie that I never let him have but he's obsessed with anyway (it's not a toy, it was my travel doggie before I got him) and in the process knocked my mouse 5 feet behind the door. And they chewed the corner off a box of stationary.
It took me 10 minutes to clean up the mess and another 10 minutes to find the mouse, plus 5 more to get it working again.
Now I don't care how loud Mollie gets, she's staying in her crate and I'm going to have a very long and serious talk with Sawyer about how we already went through this stage and he really doesn't need to have a relapse. And I'm trying very hard to remember that they don't remember they've done this and yelling very loudly at them won't do a thing...