Not very pleased with my dog situation and it is making me grumpy. Rosie is becoming increasingly more of a pain in the ass- every single walk is like being drawn and quartered as Lily and I go one way and Rosie tries to jerk me in the other direction with intermittent games of jump rope as jackass weaves around me and through my legs and around me. I seriously wish someone I trusted would say “Yes, I would just love an asshole Jack Russell Terrier.” Some days, when Rosie is driving me crazy, I think about just opening the door and letting her run off, wondering if I would feel bad if I never saw her again.
And then there is Lily, who is the most wonderful, friendly, lovable dog in the world, who would do anything for me, but who just isn’t the sharpest bulb. She had to do #2 all day today, but every time I took her out, she got distracted by the rain every time she started to do her bathroom ritual (walking back and forth in a line to find the perfect place)- “Woah- What is this wet stuff! Why is it hitting me in the head? And it’s cold! Why are we out here? Let’s go back in.” And then fifteen minutes later, she’d be behind me, letting me know she needs to go out. After about four attempts we finally had a break in the rain and managed to deal with that crisis.
Feh.