There's only so much I can take.
You pee on my floor. My feelings for you will change DRASTICALLY.
Even worse ... you poop on my floor. We. Are. Done.
You eat my stairs and my baseboards. I can barely look you in the eye anymore.
And, worst of all ... you cry and whine. I start to have mean, angry feelings toward you.
This dog was once the cutest and sweetest thing in the world. But, sadly ... his cuteness has worn off and his sweetness doesn't phase me.
Beau still says he's super sweet, but I can't get past the other things. I know ... I told you ... I'm horrible.
And, if I showed you a picture of him now ... he's not as cute anyway, so don't start feeling sorry for him.
Unfortunately, my daughters will NOT let me give the dog away ... no matter how hard I try ... asking random people at church if they want a dog ... trying to pawn him off on anyone who might take him ... I cannot do it.
K Belle has promised to run away if I get rid of him (despite the fact that she texted a pic to me last week of another cute pup and said we could get rid of Oliver if we replaced him with the new one ... ummmmmm ... yeah, she's so attached ... and we're not getting ANY more dogs!).
So ... I guess we'll be keeping him. However, I've told K Belle that we would immediately get rid of him when she moves out. Then, we argue more about how she'll never forgive me ... blah, blah, blah.
On the other hand, Roxy Belle ... just about the MOST perfect dog ever! She's put on some pounds lately and can't get her portly self up on the chair anymore without a boost, but she's just the sweetest! I confess that I let her get on the couch (which they're normally forbidden from) and hold her when Oliver's not around and then whisper to her not to tell him. Yeah ... just now and then; don't get all indignant about this.
I love how low maintenance she has become.
Makes me think I'd be better off with a cat if I didn't dislike them so much.
So, we'll keep the dog. Don't worry ... he'll receive lots of love from the others in the house and I will tolerate him until he gets his urges under control.
Confession time is over. Thank you.