The last week has been like a never ending storm for me. I’ve been taking care of my sisters dog and… the little thing has gotten me so worn out. It poops and pees none stop! Why can’t it be like my pup?! She waits patiently for me, goes when I take her out, then sits on the couch with me while I play some video games.
But no… My sister has a corgi. Now I love this dog. She is cute and sweet, but taking care of it and keeping it? Not a chance… She barks at nothing all night long (so there goes my sleep), she pees and poops all over in my home gym, and she chews everything. My sister insisted that she got over that phase, but I guess the chewed up iPhone charger, nail clippers, and paper towel rolls don’t count as evidence. My sister put all the blame on me for being at work for 12 hours. She asked if I could take the time to go home and to take her dog out during my lunch break. My break is only 30 mins. It would take at least 20 mins round trip to go home, take her out, and come back to work. Also, when am I going to find time to eat? Like her dog takes priority over everything…
I tried to keep up on this thing for the past week or so but ever since taking in her dog my daily routine of getting home, working out, blogging, then watching tv has turned into getting home, cleaning the poo/pee spots, mopping the entire hardwood, taking the two dogs out, feeding two dogs, then in two hours take out the little corgi again, then work out, and then go to bed only to wake up seeing that the dog has somehow pooped in four spots in the middle of the night after barking at passing traffic… I’m so glad she’s only got one more day with me.
I hate to say it but… I hope I never get a corgi in the future. Never want to date someone who wants one, never wish my future kids would want one, and definitely never watching my sisters dog again. I’ve never had to do so much maintenance on a dog before. A few days ago I literally had to wipe its butt. She is so moody.
After tomorrow, when she gets picked up, hopefully I’ll be able to get some good rest and some damn peace and quiet.
Once I actually get some sleep and can think clearly I will be back on here full swinging again. That dang dog just keeps putting up a mental block. I can’t really think straight when all I do every time before and after work is cleaning up doggy waste.