Leo
.....chews on everything... still
...will be outside for twenty minutes, come in, and poop upstairs... still
...runs across the street....still
...doesn't come when he's called.... still.
We have a good day at work, come home, and Sarah's only nice "intern" shoes are runined, and there is stuff all over the room that he's chewed. So her nigh is runined, and in turn, my night as well.
I know dogs aren't her thing. I know she would have been okay if we left Leo there. I know she would be okay now if we found... *tears* him another home. But she'd never say that, because she knows how much he means to me, and how I'd be hurt if we had to get rid of him. We work so much, and we're in school, and it's so hard to schedule puppy time in when all we want to do is crash. And I hate putting him in his kennel, but its the only way to salvage our shoes, and books and sanity,
I hate it that he makes Sarah so unhappy. And I know she hates having to schedule her life around him. And she hates that he is the first thing we have to deal with in the morning, and when we get home from work. *sigh*
There is no excuse, besides that he's a puppy. The experts say he "demonstrates destructive chewing due to seperation anxiety" which makes sense. We aren't home enough to praise him every time he is good, or correct him every single time he's bad.
I don't know. It stresses me out.
...will be outside for twenty minutes, come in, and poop upstairs... still
...runs across the street....still
...doesn't come when he's called.... still.
We have a good day at work, come home, and Sarah's only nice "intern" shoes are runined, and there is stuff all over the room that he's chewed. So her nigh is runined, and in turn, my night as well.
I know dogs aren't her thing. I know she would have been okay if we left Leo there. I know she would be okay now if we found... *tears* him another home. But she'd never say that, because she knows how much he means to me, and how I'd be hurt if we had to get rid of him. We work so much, and we're in school, and it's so hard to schedule puppy time in when all we want to do is crash. And I hate putting him in his kennel, but its the only way to salvage our shoes, and books and sanity,
I hate it that he makes Sarah so unhappy. And I know she hates having to schedule her life around him. And she hates that he is the first thing we have to deal with in the morning, and when we get home from work. *sigh*
There is no excuse, besides that he's a puppy. The experts say he "demonstrates destructive chewing due to seperation anxiety" which makes sense. We aren't home enough to praise him every time he is good, or correct him every single time he's bad.
I don't know. It stresses me out.