Some days they can't do anything wrong and other days they can't do anything right and still other days it changes hourly, lol.
Took Cowboy to the vet this morning. It was pouring down rain. He didn't wanna go. I've been putting the front seat in the truck as far back as it would go and letting him ride on the floor. Worked well until he got too big to fit there anymore, lol. So, I folded up half of the back seat, covered everything with a blankie and had to literally pick his big ol' titty baby self up and physically put him in the truck. In. The. Pouring. Rain. Off we go. Wet dog stinks badly enough - but when the wet titty baby dog decides to CRAP in the truck it's dang near unbearable. ARGH! Thankfully, the vet office is only about 10 minutes away. Also thankfully, I don't have to pick him up to get him out. He comes out of the truck real good. Mostly because it STINKS to high heaven. I grab the blankie, roll it up and toss it in the bed of the truck. Also, just to confirm the fact that he's been eating not only goat food, but also chicken food, his poop was full of corn, lol. Oh, and he managed to drop a little on the clinic floor too. Vet thought it was funny - tech thought it was funny - I DIDN'T think it was funny...
Oh, and while I was paying the bill, he sat so patiently waiting for me. I was so proud of him...he's trying to redeem himself, right?? One of the tech walks behind me and started laughing - again. She reaches around me and hands me one of the slip leashes that all vets have hanging on a hook. I give her a funny look and she points to Cowboy. He's sitting calmly behind me, but he's chewed his leash in half. I'm holding on to a chewed up end of a leash and he's just sitting there with an innocent look on his face - not attached to his leash anymore. ARGH!!! By this time I'm about ready to skin him and make a really pretty brindle rug!
So, sporting his new red leash that the vet's office so generously gave me we head back to the truck. I had an extra towel, because it's pouring down rain. I spread the towel on the floor and politely ask him to climb in. (In the pouring down rain.) Do you think this dog wants to go home? Nope! He wants to get me arrested for dog abuse! Again, I physically pick him up and put him back in the back seat. His revenge? Crap...more corn filled crap! This time I think he was proud of himself....
Oh...and he weighs 64.5 lbs. He gained 24 lbs in 49 days. Dang near a half pound a day.
And, when I was out working some goats later today - he was constantly underfoot and totally in my way. Licking and kissing the goats because he thought I was killing 'em I guess... I'm not gonna kill a goat today- but I dang sure felt like smacking a dog, lol!
I am sooooo glad I'm not alone! I have had freakishly similar scenarios with the dogs here! I am rolling laughing so hard! I swear some days they want us batty.
OMG!! Tears are rolling down my face! I read it to my DH and could barely talk for laughing! My side hurts! You might want to Cowboy, but I want to him for giving me such a !!!
As God (and all of ya'll) are my witnesses - that dog will NEVER get in my truck again. I'll take him to the vet in the goat trailer if I have to....but never, ever, in the history of everything - he. will. NOT. step paw in my truck! (and I'll probably never eat corn again either - bad association!
LS - yes - leather. Thank goodness it cleans up so much better than cloth.
And, I have a whole brand new can of air freshener in there!