Damned Dog
25/9/07 17:21![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsEmily seems to be attempting some sort of personal best for being an asshole dog today.
I went out to write for a couple of hours without putting her in her crate. This has never before been a problem. I came home to find that the last two peanut butter cookies that SG had made yesterday had mysteriously disappeared. Worse, someone had got at the composting bin under the sink, had dragged it out, torn apart a milk carton in which other dead foodthings had been hidden, strewn coffee grounds across the one patch of almost-clean carpet in the hallway, an possibly eaten a slice of raw onion. That is, there were rings of raw onion, but I didn't know how much had been in the compost to begin with, so didn't know if Idiot Dog had eaten some, and as onion is toxic to dogs, this was worrisome. So I had to clean up the house while on the phone with the vet, who thinks that given what we think was the available-onion-to-dog-weight ratio, she is unlikely to be made sick.
Then, about half an hour ago, I discover a pile of doggy vomit under the livingroom couch. Understand, there's about a two inch clearance between the couch and the floor, and for the life of me I cannot figure out how she got it there, as it was a good six to eight inches in, in any direction, from the base of the couch. So I had to take apart the couch, move it, clean up the mess and deodorize.
Now she's barking at Sarcasm Girl. Later I will love the dog, but right at this moment, not so much.
I went out to write for a couple of hours without putting her in her crate. This has never before been a problem. I came home to find that the last two peanut butter cookies that SG had made yesterday had mysteriously disappeared. Worse, someone had got at the composting bin under the sink, had dragged it out, torn apart a milk carton in which other dead foodthings had been hidden, strewn coffee grounds across the one patch of almost-clean carpet in the hallway, an possibly eaten a slice of raw onion. That is, there were rings of raw onion, but I didn't know how much had been in the compost to begin with, so didn't know if Idiot Dog had eaten some, and as onion is toxic to dogs, this was worrisome. So I had to clean up the house while on the phone with the vet, who thinks that given what we think was the available-onion-to-dog-weight ratio, she is unlikely to be made sick.
Then, about half an hour ago, I discover a pile of doggy vomit under the livingroom couch. Understand, there's about a two inch clearance between the couch and the floor, and for the life of me I cannot figure out how she got it there, as it was a good six to eight inches in, in any direction, from the base of the couch. So I had to take apart the couch, move it, clean up the mess and deodorize.
Now she's barking at Sarcasm Girl. Later I will love the dog, but right at this moment, not so much.