I woke up to find Charlie, yelping from the side of her new kennel. On the other side, she'd thrown up.
It was all my fault. I was a bad parent.
I'd put her kennel upright so she'd have less space to move -- less space than she's had the previous three days -- and not make any mistakes overnight. I guess the new situation was too much for her to handle.
I ran around to grab something to get Charlie out of the kennel, then went to open it. I got a whiff of some funky throw-up.
Upon further examination, I realized she'd simply shitted all over the place.
Maybe it's still my fault? Maybe I should've left her to her own devices in the laundry room?
Or, perhaps she should've pooped when I took her ass out at 10:15 to get everything out before bed. Maybe then I wouldn't have been scrubbing a kennel at 7:05 a.m.
Looking back, it wasn't my fault at all.
2 years ago
5 comments:
oh the nightmares of puppyhood! I don't miss those days! Well, the good part is it'll be over soon!
You guys will find a happy medium. Hopefully for your sanity, it'll be sooner than later.
Yes bad parent, bad, bad parent. LOL. I do not want anything in my house that I have to walk or water; that includes pets and plants. I am not a nurturer like that. I do keep a mean rock garden.
See - now this is the shit I don't wanna have to deal with! Good luck son!
puppies r a handful until they get the routine down. But shittin and partly digested kibbles & bits aint cute...at all..jus don't make a mistake and use the dereon jeans as a rag lol
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