Day 22
Rant about something. Get up on your soap box and tell us how you really feel. (a pet peeve, a current event, a controversial topic, something your husband or roommate or neighbor or boss does that really ticks you off)
I'm not quite sure how I want to address this particular prompt. There are numerous things that I could 'rant' about, but some I feel are somewhat ridiculous. I can make anything ridiculous. I have a tendency to obsess and beat things to the ground when I 'rant' about them. I digress.
So.
Here goes. My dogs. Love them. Hate them. Love them more than I hate them.
Seriously. They are the bane of my existence.
They are sweet. They are good. The are bad.
Little puppies! Vlad as a baby the day we got him! Niko wasn't so happy...
You may remember this picture popping up just a few days ago, but I couldn't find another that I liked of the two of them!
Look at them. Really close. See their beautiful eyes? See the spite just beneath the beauty? Well if you can't, your just being pulled into their charm and beauty. Look away. Fast. Seriously.
Let me give you a bit of insight into the day and the life around these parts with these fluffy dogs.
These two are two of the sweetest dogs. EVER. They are good with the girls, they are good with other people. Other animals (depending on the situation) not so much. Okay. I can live with that. Kinda. You see, these two are super smart. Wait, let me rephrase that. Niko (the black one) is really smart.
After we first got him both were adopted as puppies and we are all they know we crate trained him. I was home all day, everyday with him, with the exception of running errands...as we would leave the house, we would put him in the crate. He finally figured out how to break the metal welds off the crate. Meaning, no more crate for him.
Then we went and got Vlad (the brown one.) He wasn't quite as smart, but Niko led and Vlad followed. Vlad wouldn't break out of the crate and all we did was set the front of the crate up against it as if the crate were still intact. Dumb.
Fast forward to now. Spiteful. I know that we are not home with them all day. Can't be. In a perfect world, we would be. Unfortunately it just isn't possible. We bought our house and left them outside in the fenced in backyard. They were outside for almost eight months. Everyday. By themselves. The worst thing we were worried about was someone stealing them.
Then Niko found out how to get out. He escaped almost everyday. Inside they went. Vlad again, wouldn't escape. I can't determine whether it was because he was dumb or because he's a big oaf. Either way, he would always still be there.
Inside they went.
Mistake #1
Leaving the windows open.
Since we don't have AC in our house, we thought it would get too hot in there for them.
They broke a screen and got out.
Mistake #2
Shutting all windows, but not locking them.
They opened the window and escaped again.
Damn dogs.
Animal control picked them up three times.
I see I've digressed some more. So I will leave you with this.
I rant about my dogs because I love them and hate them at the same time. They chew up electronics and crayons. They eat a bag of potatoes and drink out of the toilet.
I wish they weren't so spiteful and I wish I could devote more time to them. Their evening walks or bike runs just aren't enough. They are super active, super smart, and really just want out attention.
All the time.
Totally just like our kids ;)
Damn dogs. Damn owners. Maybe we just suck. Boo.
-Brittney
People, I hope you will see that we are normal people and I rant about my dogs because I, like many others do feel bad about the time that I am able to give to them on a daily basis. We do our best to make sure that they are happy and well taken care of. Please don't leave nasty comments that may allude to other insinuations about the care of our dogs. Thank you kindly friends!
