I feel like my life is consumed by puppy watching right now. I don’t have time for anything else. She follows me constantly and if I walk away from her and she can’t follow she cries like someone is beating her. But if she walks away from me it usually means she’s going to go somewhere and potty on the floor where she thinks I won’t notice. And I can’t just put her outside to go potty. I have to actually walk with her to her potty area. So I’m always on watch. I can sit outside with her and read so I have been doing a lot of reading. When I try to read inside or to to sew or get on the computer that’s when she wants to go get into trouble. (I haven’t mentioned the furniture and electrical cord chewing yet.) So I’m kinda frustrated and bored out of my mind. Right now she’s on the back porch putting on her somebody-is-killing-me performance. I had several things I wanted to post but it might be a while.
I was thinking about this yesterday and I realized that I didn’t become “not a dog person” until I was an adult. We always had a dog when I was a kid (as well as several cats) but back then a dog was a big friendly creature that lived in the back yard. You would go out and pet her and play with her then walk away and do something else. But now a dog, even large dogs, have to be “a member of the family” and you have to let them live in the house with you and take them with you everywhere and let them be with you 24/7 or you’re “being cruel”. Well, in our case it would be cruel to make her stay outside. We have a coyote problem here so a puppy wouldn’t last one night outside alone. Not to mention the ridiculous weather we have here.
After I got married and after we bought our first house we decided that we wanted a dog. We got a Siberian Husky puppy with one blue eye and one brown eye. Training went well and he was turning out to be a nice dog, not too unpleasant to be around. But he disappeared while we were at my mother-in-law’s house when he was only five months old. We got another Siberian Husky (brown eyed) that was less trainable and so he was banished from the house and lived in the yard. Then we moved and didn’t know what our situation would be so there were no pets at all for several years until we found a tiny, yellow lost kitten the summer our oldest son turned 11.
There have been individual dogs that I have liked (and those seemed to be more cat-like in some ways, like not always hovering around wanting attention) but in general, dogs as a species… I really just can’t develop any warm feelings for them. But what I dislike more than dogs are some dog people – like those people who insist that their dogs are like their children and yet they refuse to teach them even the most basic manners because “it would be cruel to impose our will on a member of another species.” If you don’t want to impose your will on another species get a cat. Or better yet a fish. Cats potty train themselves (well, except for my retarded cat Dax who is very dog-like in some other ways too) and they usually run away and hide when anyone from outside the household comes around so your human friends don’t have to deal with your pets jumping up on them and licking their faces.
Oh well… I guess I’ve bitched and moaned more than enough. I have to go back to puppy sitting. It’s only been four days. Hopefully things will improve when she grows up a little.