Derby and Doggy Disasters

Hello all. I know it has been a while since my last entry. I have been trying very hard to pull my thoughts together. I guess the last time I blogged I was looking forward to the Derby festivities. Lets just say the weekend turned out to be one of the worst I have ever had to endure. I always am the person to say... I can tolerate anything for 1 hr, 2 hrs, 3 hr etc. Derby weekend put it to the test. I was humiliated, embarrassed, and hurt by someone I trusted and cared about as a friend. Not just once, not just twice but repeatedly. At the risk of sounding like Forrest Gump , "thats all I have to say about that." Now onto the Doggy Disaster.

My parents left this past weekend to visit my brother in Florida. I told them I would stay and watch the house and their dog. The dog is half Lab and half German Shepherd and is normally a very well behaved animal. Last night was a totally different story. My dog was also there. They tend to get along well. I guess Tie, my parent dog, was tired of being alone. He let me know about it. Usually when my mom is home she sleeps on the couch and he sleeps at her feet. Well I took my dog into the spare room and close the door so she could not get out and tear anything up. That left Tie to roam the house alone at night for the weekend.

Last night I picked my little dog up and carried her into the spare room. Tie followed close behind. I had just let them in from outside. I placed my dog on the bed and announced it was night night time. Tie then proceeded to raise his leg and piss on my scrub pants, turn around and walk out of the room. I was so shocked. He has never done that before. I scolded him then went to bed. I was sleeping pretty soundly when I hear a loud crash, bang boom at 2 in the morning. I sat straight up in bed and was kind of scared. I flew out of the bedroom door and looked around frantically. I crept to the kitchen and saw a horrible site. Trash all over the floor. I turned the corner to the den and the same site met me there as well. Tie had gotten into the trash can and flung trash all over the house. I was so mad. I was picking trash up and cleaning house when I should be asleep. I looked at his dog dish. Empty. Guilt set in. Maybe he was just hungry. Since there really wasn't much food in the garbage I opened him some food and put it in his bowel. He walked over, sniffed it twice, took a bite and walked to the living room to lay down. At this point I am not feeling so guilty I am back to being mad. I went back to bed. Woke up late. Rushed around the house to leave for work and looked in my parents bedroom. All the covers on the bed had been pulled off and flung in the floor. Since my puppy and myself were in the other room all night that left one culprit. Tie. I didn't have time to make the bed up so I left it the way it was. The funny thing about all of this. My puppy, who is known for getting into things, slept next to me all night without a peep. It was like that old movie where the father and son switch bodies. Kind of strange.