I needed to post this but found the main thread was just too training focussed...
It's 3am and I'm struggling to sleep for a variety of poor me reasons. As the folks are on vacation I find myself housesitting a number of small dogs (two are mine) who are accustomed to sleeping in the same room as the humans. One of theirs is a bossy little thing who starts barking every 5-10 secs in a war of attrition if not picked up and placed on the bed. I won that first battle after blocking out the sounds for 20-30 mins but then the insomnia began. So I gave in and picked up the phone to surf. No sooner had the display lit up did the whine of a mosquito fill the air. After hiding under the sheets with said phone for 15 mins I gave up trying to hide from the fooker so came downstairs with the lap top. I see the bossy bitch walking around the kitchen and she slinks when she sees me. This only means one thing, she's pissed in the house. So I walk into the bar room and sure enough in front of the fridge is a piss to clean up. Upon placing paper towel down I step back to take in the extents, only to step in a second piss. Upon tidying up that I settle into the couch where their other dog decides to join me. Then she proceeds to fart. Rancid farts. One after another.
Today is not going to be a good day.
Waaaaaaaaa
It's 3am and I'm struggling to sleep for a variety of poor me reasons. As the folks are on vacation I find myself housesitting a number of small dogs (two are mine) who are accustomed to sleeping in the same room as the humans. One of theirs is a bossy little thing who starts barking every 5-10 secs in a war of attrition if not picked up and placed on the bed. I won that first battle after blocking out the sounds for 20-30 mins but then the insomnia began. So I gave in and picked up the phone to surf. No sooner had the display lit up did the whine of a mosquito fill the air. After hiding under the sheets with said phone for 15 mins I gave up trying to hide from the fooker so came downstairs with the lap top. I see the bossy bitch walking around the kitchen and she slinks when she sees me. This only means one thing, she's pissed in the house. So I walk into the bar room and sure enough in front of the fridge is a piss to clean up. Upon placing paper towel down I step back to take in the extents, only to step in a second piss. Upon tidying up that I settle into the couch where their other dog decides to join me. Then she proceeds to fart. Rancid farts. One after another.
Today is not going to be a good day.
Waaaaaaaaa