So I had a mental break down today! No Joke, I really did! I had sort of felt it coming on all week long....lots of things had been building up, but the icing on the cake today was my puppy Oreo.
So last week it snowed and now he doesn't want to go outside to pee pee or poop (can't really blame him there, I wouldn't want to take a crap outside in the snow either when it's only 20 degrees outside). So for a week he has been having accidents left and right, which is not only frustrating for me, but pisses my mom off something awful since it's HER carpet getting peed on!
Normally Oreo would ring the bells hanging on the door knob (he's smart enough to get trained to do that, but apparently then forgets how to pee) we would open the front door and let him out, he would do his business and come back up the steps. Whole process would maybe take five minutes, if that ( I love him)! Not today....nope we are talking a good half hour process and it ending with me in tears and totally pissed at him.
So this afternoon, he rings the bells like a good boy (I love him) to go outside to pee. I open the door, let him out and tell him to, "Go Potty". He stares at me like are you insane woman? I stick my head out the door again and tell him again to, "Go Potty". He starts sniffing around and I think to myself okay he's looking for a spot. Nope, WRONG! After about 10 minutes I go stand out on the step and he decides about then that he's gonna play....Tag, your it and takes off running (I hate him). At this moment I feel my blood start to get a little warm, but I try to stay calm and call him inside. He looks DIRECTLY AT ME, turns and runs the OTHER WAY! (I hate, hate, hate him). Finally after 20 minutes of this crap, I am in tears downstairs in my room, watching him through my window, wondering how in the hell I am going to get him inside.
Finally my mom opens the door and calls him inside and he runs inside and comes downstairs into my room wagging his tail (did I mention I hate him?). I was so angry with him (and was still crying) I picked him up and put him in his crate. He must have known I was not liking him at that moment, cause he laid right down and I didn't hear a peep from him for a couple hours. In the meantime, I decided to re-arrange the furniture in my room while telling myself to calm down and tried to convince myself that I STILL loved him.
Two hours later, I have a very clean, re-arranged room, a migraine and a puppy that needs to be let out again so he can pee (oh joy)! This time however I put him on a leash and decided to try attaching him to the doggie post outside to see if he will go that way. Nope! I took him off the doggie post and walked him around for two minutes and he went potty. We then went inside and he showered me with puppy kisses (little shit knew I was angry with him). How can you not love puppy kisses?
What I have found out today, is that he has to be leashed and has to be escorted outside in the freezing cold weather to pee and to poop (so I must freeze with him)! And you know what, I will do it every damn day for the rest of his life because....I love him!
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