Ok, so it's day 7 of dog-sitting. My forehead was a five-head already but now I think it's a ten-head. I swear to you, I never in a bazillion years thought this was going to be this hard!!
Wyatt and Mr. Pickles are like oil and water. Like fire and ice. It's a love/hate relationship. They love to hate each other.
They need to be (for my sake) like ying and yang. Like peanut butter and jelly. Like a Coke and a smile.
Wyatt needs to quit acting like his whole purpose in life is to torment Pickles. I mean, this kid, is ALL over Pickles!! Like stink on shit. Like white on rice!! He's either licking his ears (which is nasty) or biting his legs (which has to hurt) or trying to nip his peepee (which is just wrong!)!!! Why can't he just leave poor Mr. Pickles alone??
Pickles...that's Mr. Pickles to you, thank you. He is a sly little mo-fo. He'll go and sit right in front of Wyatt trying to goad him into being bad. And Wyatt falls for it EVERY time. Pickles is ok with everything for a while until Wyatt actually bites him. Then it's all out war!! I think Pickles holds out hope that I'll put Wyatt in time-out before it gets to that point.
They freaking fight over the same damn piece of rawhide!! There are two pieces!! One for each but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, they have to fight over the same DAMN PIECE!!! They each have a separate set of bowls for their food and water but they fight over the same DAMN bowl!! UGH!!!!!!!! They are driving me INSANE!! They've been in time out I don't know how many times!! They've gotten on my last freaking nerve and I started swatting their butts with my flip-flop. They look at me like..."What did ya do that for?" Like they don't know!! As soon as I raise my voice, they both stop and walk away from each other for a minute to avoid being put into time out. SNEAKY BASTARDS!! lol
I'm more exhausted right now than I've ever been in my WHOLE life!! I want to just scream!! And then cry!! And then laugh hysterically because two dogs brought me to this point!!
After all of this, I had to take Wyatt to the vet for his last series of puppy shots and his rabies vaccine. I got Pickles an appointment for his rabies shot too. This is when I should have just shot myself and ended it all.
Wyatt peed all over the entryway at the vet's because he got all excited over the two people who were waiting and decided to pet him. He peed again when this little daschund with a BIG bark started barking. (Wyatt is a chicken shit) Then came the part where I had to take him into his room...I had to freaking pick him up!! I had to hold him the WHOLE time soothing him and telling him what a great job he was doing!! Poor thing was shaking like a leaf the whole time. He got his shots and I had to CARRY him out!! He's 36 lbs if you were wondering!! lol...
I left Pickles in the van while Wyatt had his stuff done.
And then there's Pickles. Lord have mercy. I don't think he's been to the vet for at least a year. It was just for his rabies shot. I asked Dr. Alldredge about how bad Pickles stinks. He said he'd look in his ears, at his skin and in his butt. I called mom because she was paying for it just to let her know. As it turns out, Mr. Pickles had a yeast infection in both ears and he needed his anal glands expressed. I had no idea what that meant. But we got it all done. The whole time I was holding and soothing Mr. Pickles.
Ok...anal glands expression. Yeah....it was GROSS!! The nurse stuck her finger in his butt and then squeezed or expressed one side and then the other. OMG....It was AWFUL. It stunk SOOOOOOOOOOO bad!! I felt so bad for Pickles. He's been like that for forever.
So, here it is...10pm and both of them are out like a light. Both snoring!! They are so cute!! So loving!! Wyatt wakes up when I go to the bathroom and follows me. He won't let me too far out of his sight. Pickles will lie down right next to me and just hang whenever Wyatt is not acting like a maniac. The other night, I slept on the couch and Pickles slept beside me and Wyatt slept on top of me. It was really sweet.
It's moments like these that remind me why I love my puppy. And he is just a puppy!! And I love my little nephew!! I just wish these two cousins would just get along a little better. Just a little!! At least for the next three days!! That's when Krys gets back from Italy.
Hopefully I can avoid pulling any more of my hair out!! My forehead (five-head) is big enough already!! Lord, give me strength!!
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