Bints
Nothing much happening, just a massive increase of business... dogs taking control of my life, the usual. I have Ellie & Belle staying over at the moment, and Belle's in fucking season. So I have to keep them separated from littlefloyd, which is quite easy when there's other boys here to keep him company, but her scent is driving him to distraction and it's really not fair. He seems to be getting used to it though, and calming down. I'm just keeping him distracted by getting him to play with the other dogs, and taking him for looong forest walks without the girls around. Anyway, rant time.
Last night I left the girls to sleep in the lounge as they were settled perfectly well on the sofas. I was woken up by littlefloyd barking at 4am; he'd obviously heard the girls stirring. I shouted, "Shut it!" which is probably the most common command in this house. All was silent. I lay there for as long as I could stand, but then I could hear them fucking... scrabbling around. Fuck sake. So I came down to see that they'd got into a little tub of parmesan cheese we'd left in the lounge, and devoured it. And the boy had pooped on the floor in the hallway, which was annoying but understandable as he'd been woken up early and was probably desperate to go. And I have just changed his diet so he's "adjusting". Fair enough, thought I, not too bad. So I cleaned up and took the boy and went upstairs, leaving the girls in the hallway, but they'd decided it was time to get up properly and they started fucking howling, and the boy wouldn't settle with that noise going on, so I gave in and came downstairs in a strop, grabbed them, positioned them on sofas, told them to "stay" and went back upstairs to try again, as soon as I got back into bed there was an almighty crash, and I came storming downstairs to find them knocking over a set of glasses I'd left on the computer table. They hadn't even given me time to get back into bed! It's ridiculous that they feel the need to protest against being alone that much! I shouted at them and chased them outside. Fucking bints. "Oh no, we're so fucking bored, if you take your attention off us for five minutes we'll destroy your stuff." It's fucking... malicious. Lol. The thing that really winds me up is that as soon as I'm in the room, they settle and go back to sleep anyway. They're that bloody insecure that they need a human in the same room to be able to settle. Not in the same house, oh no, that's not good enough, it has to be in the same room, preferably in a position where they can snuggle with you. Nope, fuck that. The first thing you teach a puppy is how to settle on his own. Our pupple slept alone from his third night living here, and got used to going to sleep without crying in less than a week. It's really easy. And these girls are sisters, and have never been apart, so it should've been easier to do that. I'm sure people make their dogs so dependent on purpose.. maybe they enjoy the feeling of being so wanted?
Anyway I gave in and got up properly at 5:30... I've read all my e-mails and messageboards and LJ and everything. Gay. Now I have to find other ways to entertain myself today, haha.
Yeah, anyway. General dog moans. I hate it when you get up to do something, and the dogs ALL have to get up too. I hate it when you head towards a door and the dogs have to race (and therefore beat) you to it, and then you have to push them all away so you can open the fucking thing. I hate that they'll try to eat all the other dogs' food but won't touch their own. I hate scent marking, and all it entails. I hate that they won't just FUCKING GO TO SLEEP INSTEAD OF DESTROYING THINGS.
I do like my job, honest. ^_^ At least I can have naps throughout the day whenever they do!
Last night I left the girls to sleep in the lounge as they were settled perfectly well on the sofas. I was woken up by littlefloyd barking at 4am; he'd obviously heard the girls stirring. I shouted, "Shut it!" which is probably the most common command in this house. All was silent. I lay there for as long as I could stand, but then I could hear them fucking... scrabbling around. Fuck sake. So I came down to see that they'd got into a little tub of parmesan cheese we'd left in the lounge, and devoured it. And the boy had pooped on the floor in the hallway, which was annoying but understandable as he'd been woken up early and was probably desperate to go. And I have just changed his diet so he's "adjusting". Fair enough, thought I, not too bad. So I cleaned up and took the boy and went upstairs, leaving the girls in the hallway, but they'd decided it was time to get up properly and they started fucking howling, and the boy wouldn't settle with that noise going on, so I gave in and came downstairs in a strop, grabbed them, positioned them on sofas, told them to "stay" and went back upstairs to try again, as soon as I got back into bed there was an almighty crash, and I came storming downstairs to find them knocking over a set of glasses I'd left on the computer table. They hadn't even given me time to get back into bed! It's ridiculous that they feel the need to protest against being alone that much! I shouted at them and chased them outside. Fucking bints. "Oh no, we're so fucking bored, if you take your attention off us for five minutes we'll destroy your stuff." It's fucking... malicious. Lol. The thing that really winds me up is that as soon as I'm in the room, they settle and go back to sleep anyway. They're that bloody insecure that they need a human in the same room to be able to settle. Not in the same house, oh no, that's not good enough, it has to be in the same room, preferably in a position where they can snuggle with you. Nope, fuck that. The first thing you teach a puppy is how to settle on his own. Our pupple slept alone from his third night living here, and got used to going to sleep without crying in less than a week. It's really easy. And these girls are sisters, and have never been apart, so it should've been easier to do that. I'm sure people make their dogs so dependent on purpose.. maybe they enjoy the feeling of being so wanted?
Anyway I gave in and got up properly at 5:30... I've read all my e-mails and messageboards and LJ and everything. Gay. Now I have to find other ways to entertain myself today, haha.
Yeah, anyway. General dog moans. I hate it when you get up to do something, and the dogs ALL have to get up too. I hate it when you head towards a door and the dogs have to race (and therefore beat) you to it, and then you have to push them all away so you can open the fucking thing. I hate that they'll try to eat all the other dogs' food but won't touch their own. I hate scent marking, and all it entails. I hate that they won't just FUCKING GO TO SLEEP INSTEAD OF DESTROYING THINGS.
I do like my job, honest. ^_^ At least I can have naps throughout the day whenever they do!