I love my dog and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
I love my (wife’s) dog and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
Traveling with her is redonkulas. Extra $100 each way for a 5lb dog in a handbag. Then we are limited by where we can stay, where we can eat and where we can walk.
Every damn time I say to mrs steepy-> let’s leave her with my parents, she loves them... But no ->she (translated: mrs steepy) will miss us too much... 😐
So we give her Benadryl and take her with us ...over and over.
So yesterday we go to the zoo. As we will every damn day we are here (we have year passes and the kiddo loves it) poor doge is left hanging at home alone all damn day.
Before the zoo most days starts out with a walk on the beach. Two options -> both places are disgusting piss ridden sand. She gets pummeled by bigger dogs on the regular. Wife thinks she likes it but I’m skeptical. At least the boardwalk is open to dogs early morning and late eve.
But the kicker was having friends over last night. The dog does not like one of our friends dogs at all. Never has. But my wife has watched some Cezar Milan or whatever the fuck his name is and now she is a goddamn dog whisperer.
All fucking night it’s Chihuahua yapping and schreeching... followed by a “oh they just need to work it out”. Or a “see they are talking and trying to be friends”. I can’t even. How do educated people with their shit together turn into absolute morons when it comes to what makes dogs happy.
Side note; Kiddo had fun chasing them around all night and ended up sleeping like a rock till just now... so that’s good. We enjoyed the extra 2-3 hours this morning...