Fed up!
Mum is really beyond caring for a dog. So that is just another little thing we have taken over, the feeding, watering, wee and pooing and so on. Now he has taken to weeing in doors, it is the cold time of year and dachs don't like wet or cold.
This week I have cleared up dog's poo twice, a few pees, vomit on bed, her hand-knitted blanket, her armchair, cushions......
He barks incessantly when she is not there, poor neighbours. Non-stop. The two times he has been in our house I have had to clean the carpet. It is maddening. We take him out for a wee, nothing. 10 mins later he wees on the carpet, he prefers that to getting cold and wet outside. She just says, "Poor dog, he must have been in a hurry."
I suggested gently that we try to find a new home for him, where he can have fun and play and go on exciting walks. She seemed open and receptive. That's new. I went to make her breakfast. By the time I returned, I have become the evil daughter. She refused to eat breakfast. She has nothing to say to me. She thinks I want the dog put down.
Why, oh why did I open my mouth?
Rant over.
Mum is really beyond caring for a dog. So that is just another little thing we have taken over, the feeding, watering, wee and pooing and so on. Now he has taken to weeing in doors, it is the cold time of year and dachs don't like wet or cold.
This week I have cleared up dog's poo twice, a few pees, vomit on bed, her hand-knitted blanket, her armchair, cushions......
He barks incessantly when she is not there, poor neighbours. Non-stop. The two times he has been in our house I have had to clean the carpet. It is maddening. We take him out for a wee, nothing. 10 mins later he wees on the carpet, he prefers that to getting cold and wet outside. She just says, "Poor dog, he must have been in a hurry."
I suggested gently that we try to find a new home for him, where he can have fun and play and go on exciting walks. She seemed open and receptive. That's new. I went to make her breakfast. By the time I returned, I have become the evil daughter. She refused to eat breakfast. She has nothing to say to me. She thinks I want the dog put down.
Why, oh why did I open my mouth?
Rant over.