my dumb dog...
*headdesk*
He has lately taken to digging holes all over the backyard. Jay called it "swiss cheese" last night. And apparently, he has also begun digging around where the cesspool exhaust pipe is. The previous owners had stuck a birdbath over it, and had put some stones and mulch around it. Apparently, they had also put actual flowerpots in there, because Indy's been digging at it. This morning, he pulled the damn thing out and refused to get away from it. I had to taunt him back into the house with a treat to leave the backyard alone.
of course, once he was in the house, he didn't stop being a noodge. he's been nipping at us a lot in the past few days, and I welt easily. While I was brushing my teeth this morning, he decided that he liked the taste of catalogs. *facepalm* I sincerely hope Jay wasn't planning on ordering anything, because within two minutes the entire thing was shredded and in pieces all over the kitchen floor and in the living room. he knows he shouldn't do it, too, because he runs from me when I get close.
So I wound up having to taunt him into his crate with treats, then lock him in to clean up and do my makeup. at that point, I figured I might as well go in to work. Because of the psychotherapy exam yesterday afternoon, my entire day today is packed. *cries* Not only that, I woke up a couple times in the middle of the night and then early and couldn't get back to sleep. I wound up writing an original story in my head based on snippets of dreams from last night and one about a week or so ago. I may actually write it, though half of the characters don't have names and I don't have a title.
Pets are supposed to be therapeutic, yes? Today he's nothing but aggravating noodgie-ness.
He has lately taken to digging holes all over the backyard. Jay called it "swiss cheese" last night. And apparently, he has also begun digging around where the cesspool exhaust pipe is. The previous owners had stuck a birdbath over it, and had put some stones and mulch around it. Apparently, they had also put actual flowerpots in there, because Indy's been digging at it. This morning, he pulled the damn thing out and refused to get away from it. I had to taunt him back into the house with a treat to leave the backyard alone.
of course, once he was in the house, he didn't stop being a noodge. he's been nipping at us a lot in the past few days, and I welt easily. While I was brushing my teeth this morning, he decided that he liked the taste of catalogs. *facepalm* I sincerely hope Jay wasn't planning on ordering anything, because within two minutes the entire thing was shredded and in pieces all over the kitchen floor and in the living room. he knows he shouldn't do it, too, because he runs from me when I get close.
So I wound up having to taunt him into his crate with treats, then lock him in to clean up and do my makeup. at that point, I figured I might as well go in to work. Because of the psychotherapy exam yesterday afternoon, my entire day today is packed. *cries* Not only that, I woke up a couple times in the middle of the night and then early and couldn't get back to sleep. I wound up writing an original story in my head based on snippets of dreams from last night and one about a week or so ago. I may actually write it, though half of the characters don't have names and I don't have a title.
Pets are supposed to be therapeutic, yes? Today he's nothing but aggravating noodgie-ness.