There are days when we can't even handle two dogs, and I am on the verge of giving one of them away. I hope I never want to give one of my kids away...even though I am sure it is a good possibility. Having the dogs gives Brady and I a little taste of what it will be like to have a baby...even though we won't just kick our baby outside in the snow to take a dump =)
But in all seriousness, dogs are a huge responsibility! You have to feed them - make sure each dog is eating his own food, bathe them - this usually consists of me in the tub with Gus wearing a bathing suit and Brady playing defense on the outside of the tub making sure he doesn't jump out, give them toys to chew to deter them from eating things like blinds, furniture, and doors - yes Gus has destroyed all those things, give them flea, tick, heartworm meds, get them a babysitter when we are out of town...yada yada yada.
Well now with our newest addition to the family comes another challenge...doggie potty training. Gus was trained when I got him and I didn't realize how amazing this really was. Dale is pretty good but he still has a few accidents in a week...and they are always on the carpet!
So on to the part about why we aren't ready for kids...this weekend Brady was out of town with his man friends and I was here in good ol Sharpsville, IN with my girlfriends. Brady and I both had super fun weekends with our old college buds but after a couple days apart we were really missing each other and couldn't wait to be reunited...for multiple reasons =)
Well the girls had all left and after a little snooze on the couch I was up and trying to get everything spic and span so my hubby could come home to a stress free, clean house just like he left it. Well Dale crapped on that plan when I was napping...literally. I walked into the dining room and there was a little goldmine just waiting for me in there...ugh. So I showed it to Dale, yelled at him, smacked him on the nose, and put him outside. Then I proceeded to clean up the mess. As I was cleaning it I didn't notice that Dale left a secret little turd a couple feet away from the original crime scene and I stepped in it...on our nicest rug, wearing my favorite slippers.
Fast forward a couple hours...Dale has just been outside with Gus running and playing in the snow for about 40 minutes...so surely he has gone to the bathroom right? Wrong. He came back in the house and five minutes hadn't passed and I see him squatting on the same nice rug starting to take a huge crap. I picked him up while he was in the act, did the yelling/smacking routine, and was livid! Not only did he crap on the rug twice in one afternoon...but he interrupted my TurboFire time with Chalene. As Stephanie Tanner would say, "How rude!"
At this point Brady was less than an hour away, and my excitement to see him had been replaced by feelings of murder towards Dale. So of course I texted Brady to tell him how mad I was, how he better get here soon before Dale gets turned into a puppy bomb (Krista, Megan Erica, Brittany, Chelsie...hope you read that, haha), how if Dale isn't a perfect dog just like Gus then we are getting rid of him in a month, etc.
So what I did was let Dale's crapfest, turn Brady's homecoming into a crapfest. There was no passionate kissing and or can't keep your hands off each other sexy time becuase we have missed each other so much moment...there was stress, silence, and angry feelings towards each other and Dale.
I can see how easy it is to make mistakes raising kids because I have made plenty just being a fur baby mama. I have a favorite dog...*cough cough* Gus. And the biggest thing I see is that when either dog does something bad it adds stress to our home and puts strain on the marriage relationship.
Needless to say we all kissed and made up, we forgave Dale and decided to be better trainers for him, and we did have our can't keep your hands off each other sexy time later that evening.
Until next time,
But in all seriousness, dogs are a huge responsibility! You have to feed them - make sure each dog is eating his own food, bathe them - this usually consists of me in the tub with Gus wearing a bathing suit and Brady playing defense on the outside of the tub making sure he doesn't jump out, give them toys to chew to deter them from eating things like blinds, furniture, and doors - yes Gus has destroyed all those things, give them flea, tick, heartworm meds, get them a babysitter when we are out of town...yada yada yada.
Well now with our newest addition to the family comes another challenge...doggie potty training. Gus was trained when I got him and I didn't realize how amazing this really was. Dale is pretty good but he still has a few accidents in a week...and they are always on the carpet!
So on to the part about why we aren't ready for kids...this weekend Brady was out of town with his man friends and I was here in good ol Sharpsville, IN with my girlfriends. Brady and I both had super fun weekends with our old college buds but after a couple days apart we were really missing each other and couldn't wait to be reunited...for multiple reasons =)
Well the girls had all left and after a little snooze on the couch I was up and trying to get everything spic and span so my hubby could come home to a stress free, clean house just like he left it. Well Dale crapped on that plan when I was napping...literally. I walked into the dining room and there was a little goldmine just waiting for me in there...ugh. So I showed it to Dale, yelled at him, smacked him on the nose, and put him outside. Then I proceeded to clean up the mess. As I was cleaning it I didn't notice that Dale left a secret little turd a couple feet away from the original crime scene and I stepped in it...on our nicest rug, wearing my favorite slippers.
Fast forward a couple hours...Dale has just been outside with Gus running and playing in the snow for about 40 minutes...so surely he has gone to the bathroom right? Wrong. He came back in the house and five minutes hadn't passed and I see him squatting on the same nice rug starting to take a huge crap. I picked him up while he was in the act, did the yelling/smacking routine, and was livid! Not only did he crap on the rug twice in one afternoon...but he interrupted my TurboFire time with Chalene. As Stephanie Tanner would say, "How rude!"
At this point Brady was less than an hour away, and my excitement to see him had been replaced by feelings of murder towards Dale. So of course I texted Brady to tell him how mad I was, how he better get here soon before Dale gets turned into a puppy bomb (Krista, Megan Erica, Brittany, Chelsie...hope you read that, haha), how if Dale isn't a perfect dog just like Gus then we are getting rid of him in a month, etc.
So what I did was let Dale's crapfest, turn Brady's homecoming into a crapfest. There was no passionate kissing and or can't keep your hands off each other sexy time becuase we have missed each other so much moment...there was stress, silence, and angry feelings towards each other and Dale.
I can see how easy it is to make mistakes raising kids because I have made plenty just being a fur baby mama. I have a favorite dog...*cough cough* Gus. And the biggest thing I see is that when either dog does something bad it adds stress to our home and puts strain on the marriage relationship.
Needless to say we all kissed and made up, we forgave Dale and decided to be better trainers for him, and we did have our can't keep your hands off each other sexy time later that evening.
Until next time,
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