37 Weeks

Dear Asshole,

Oh, you 85-lb mouth...

Just when I think you're maturing and we're turning a corner, then you start eating poop.

And yesterday morning, you ripped (not chewed. RIPPED.) a hole in yet another bed.

Granted, it was one of the oldest dog pillows we've had, BUT it was also Leo's old pillow. Not that we were saving it. It was the only option after you ruined the nice, new one I bought you.

For the love of all that is holy, though, why can you not just leave shit alone?! I am so tired of spending money I don't have replacing all of the things you tear up.

Before you came along, I had just observed that I finally had everything I ever needed/wanted for the dogs, and marveled at the basket of still new-looking and mostly unused dog toys, a little bit sad that nobody really played with them, anymore.

Well, you  made short work of those.

I spent and hour and a half yesterday morning sewing the torn fabric of that dog bed back together. Then, knowing you'd never leave that alone, I ventured out to spend yet more money I don't have buying iron-on patches, which I know from past experiences with other puppies, will only get chewed through.

That bed you chewed through? It was stuffing, inside a liner, inside a duvet cover,inside of another duvet cover- and YOU CHEWED THROUGH ALL OF IT!

I turned it over, thinking maybe that would keep you from being interested in the mended spots, for the time being.

Then, last night, you put yourself in your bed by yourself, even though it wasn't bedtime, and you  just hunkered down, put a corner of the bed in your mouth and YANKED a whole new rip! In the other side! Real fabric that unravels, rather than the felt of previous dog beds.

I am really so sick and tired of this shit.

I'm tired of mending the dog toys, of having everything look some degree of damaged, of buying various training aids and calming diffusers, sprays, etc...

Walks are going better, at least.

And you're doing well with being told "off!" and "leave it!" from a distance when you get caught attempting to eat poop.

Sometimes, you even drop it when told.