We spend so much of our lives playing fetch with Gunner it's stupid. He sits at the door and WHINES until someone takes him out. It drives me crazy. If I don't want to spend forever playing with him, I will just open the door and let him do his stuff.
Well, 2 times the past few weeks he decided he doesn't want to do his stuff and come back inside - so he runs away. This makes me so mad I feel like screaming. Just the other day he ran away and I drove around for 30 minutes trying to find him before I just left for a dentist appointment. Part of me was wishing he would get ran over or someone would find him and keep him. I know that's horrible, but he is so much harder to deal with during the day than Bode. He makes my life so much harder. The ride to the dentist (which was 40 min) I just kept thinking how nice it would be without Gunner around, and how we wouldn't have to find someone to watch him when we go to St. George for Halloween, and how much money we would save each year from food, bones, vaccinations, stitches, removal of bumps, boarding, etc, how clean my house would stay without dog hair covering everything..... Then part of me was thinking about how much Bode loves him, and squeals every time he sees him in the morning, and how we used to love Gunner so much before Bode came around and spent all our time with him..... then I'm cursing Clint in my head for getting Gunner in the first place and putting me in this situation when I am not even a dog person to begin with. Somehow I am the one stuck dealing with him every day.
My neighbors called me almost 2 hours later telling me they found him running all around and chased him to my house. I left the back door open in case they found him, so they let him in. I am glad they found him, I guess. I have mixed emotions. I texted Clint, "Ask around and see if anyone wants Gunner. I am fed up with him and want him gone." He never texted me back and we never talked about it when he got home. I don't know if I could actually get rid of him, but I want to so badly. Does that make me a horrible person??
If you have never had a super high maintenance hyper active breed of dog you wouldn't get where I'm coming from. I guess he's not going out without a leash anymore if I'm not going to play with him.
Well, 2 times the past few weeks he decided he doesn't want to do his stuff and come back inside - so he runs away. This makes me so mad I feel like screaming. Just the other day he ran away and I drove around for 30 minutes trying to find him before I just left for a dentist appointment. Part of me was wishing he would get ran over or someone would find him and keep him. I know that's horrible, but he is so much harder to deal with during the day than Bode. He makes my life so much harder. The ride to the dentist (which was 40 min) I just kept thinking how nice it would be without Gunner around, and how we wouldn't have to find someone to watch him when we go to St. George for Halloween, and how much money we would save each year from food, bones, vaccinations, stitches, removal of bumps, boarding, etc, how clean my house would stay without dog hair covering everything..... Then part of me was thinking about how much Bode loves him, and squeals every time he sees him in the morning, and how we used to love Gunner so much before Bode came around and spent all our time with him..... then I'm cursing Clint in my head for getting Gunner in the first place and putting me in this situation when I am not even a dog person to begin with. Somehow I am the one stuck dealing with him every day.
My neighbors called me almost 2 hours later telling me they found him running all around and chased him to my house. I left the back door open in case they found him, so they let him in. I am glad they found him, I guess. I have mixed emotions. I texted Clint, "Ask around and see if anyone wants Gunner. I am fed up with him and want him gone." He never texted me back and we never talked about it when he got home. I don't know if I could actually get rid of him, but I want to so badly. Does that make me a horrible person??
If you have never had a super high maintenance hyper active breed of dog you wouldn't get where I'm coming from. I guess he's not going out without a leash anymore if I'm not going to play with him.
7 comments:
I love looking at your blog! You always have it done so cute, and I love to see all your fun pictures! :) Bode is such a cutie! They grow up way too fast though, don't they?!
My thoughts exactly! Really you took the words right out of my mouth. I feel the same way about our two dogs. They are such a pain. I honestly don't even like them. Last week the kids and I had to drive around for half an hour looking for Willow....in our pajamas! And the week before that our neighbors down the street found Ivy. I have also secretly wished they would just be hit by a car or even stolen. Sad I know, but I just shouldn't own a dog. It stinks that we are the ones who have to deal with them all day! Don't even get me started on the dog hair.... I sweep and vacuum daily!
Sorry for the long comment! Obviously the subject strikes a nerve with me too!
agree completely. Gabe and I just had this conversation last week-only we have two we want to get rid of. I swear I will never have dogs again!
PS-when did Bode get all those teeth! Holy cow! Elli only has two still!
Seriously, I am sooooo glad I have NEVER been a dog person. Never liked them, never wanted one, can't stand being around them. They smell,lick,poop,shed,drool,and sometimes scoot across the carpet which is just plain gross. I guess I haven't ever been attached to one so it's easy for me to say - get rid of it. Can't wait to see you guys.
Dido to what Bonnie said! Although, after the ranch weekend, I did grow to like Gunner more. But starting a family and having a dog don't mix in my world.
We had a dog... pre-Ivy we thought she was our child. Once Ivy was there I would get so angry with Sadie over the stupidest things. Like walking on the hardwood and wagging her tail too loud- things that were just dog things. She too started being less obediant. In the end, she moved to live with Greg's parents. Best decision we've ever made. Sadie is happier not to be "pawing" on eggshells and I sure as heck know I am happier!! :)
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