Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Bad Dog Parent

Poor Roxy.

I really, really mean that.    

It started yesterday evening when the entertainment choice for the evening was 'Terminator: Salvation'.  Randy and I darn near needed a flow chart to figure out who was who and who went back in time and who went forward in time and was younger than their son.

See what I mean?  A flow chart.

In order for us to hear the actors mumbling their lines, the volume was turned up quite a bit.  Having the volume up made the attack scenes too loud and it really bothered Roxy.  I did my best to lower the volume when I thought the Machines were preparing to attack.  However, if the Machines told the Resistance when they were going to attack, that would ruin the element of surprise.

That was a round-a-bout way of saying that in most cases, I wasn't always able to lower the volume in time.

Poor Roxy.

I woke up very early this morning - to the tune of 3:30am.   As I lay there trying to get back to sleep, I decided to worry about the sound the heat pump was making.  After listening to it for a while, I asked Randy if he was sleeping.  Of course he said "No".  

At least he didn't say "Not now".

My neurotic questioning woke up Roxy and so I took her outside in the wind, in the cold, in the snow to pee.  I climbed back into bed, but still sleep eluded me.  Roxy must not have been able to get back to sleep either, because she started pacing the house and was crying a bit.

I feel so bad in saying that I ignored her.

I finally drifted off to a weird dream filled sleep and Roxy woke me up again about 6:30am.  We got up and took our walk outside in the wind, in the cold, in the snow.

From early on, Roxy has been very, very good with being house-broken.  It was almost too easy.  Yes, we had accidents.  She didn't come from the shelter with any training whatsoever - except to bite.  It has been eons since we have had an accident.  This morning, I woke up to not only one, but two messes.

Poor Roxy.

It's not her fault.  She tried to tell me.  But I was a lazy dog parent and chose to not pay attention to her.

After cleaning up and doing a load of laundry, you would have thought that I would have learned my lesson.  But no.  Mid-morning, Roxy started to whine and cry.  Both Randy and I thought it was because she wanted some attention.  In an attempt to teach her to entertain herself, we ignored her.  After a bit, Randy and I put on our fur and paws and went outside with her in the wind, in the cold, in the snow.

I should have listened.  Roxy had more business to attend to.

All is right with her world now.  She is sacked out on the couch in between Randy and I, with her favorite toys around her, being petted and dozing.  I think I will grab my blanket and snuggle up next to her.

Have the BEST day ever!
~ Dorothy

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