This is Sally. She is a good dog.
This is Teddy. He is
not a good dog who has a lot of naughty moments and tries to drive me crazy.
Don’t get me wrong. I love him and he will live with me the rest of his life and I will always make sure he’s safe and happy and healthy but OMG am I struggling with this boy. He had a very tough life before he came to me, so it makes sense that he’s not warming up the way I’d like (no snuggles yet, although he does let me love on him when he first wakes up in the morning!), and since he was never a pet before (he was a working sled dog) it makes sense that he never learned the difference between his toys and my shoes/books/mail/slippers/socks/blankets/food/candles/mittens… But this weekend, he took it all a step further. I’m going to spare you the details because this is a vegan blog and you’re all animal lovers too and I don’t want you to experience the trauma I felt on Sunday morning, so I’ll leave it at this: Teddy caught one of the squirrels he’s always chasing around the yard. It was horrible. For the squirrel, obviously, and for me. And my floors and rug. It’s really hard to feel warm feelings for a dog who’s face is covered in blood.
But, of course, it wasn’t Teddy’s fault in that he didn’t know he was doing something wrong. Nature and all that. And, squirrel aside, I should thank him for helping me keep my house clean and decluttered, right? Anyway… I’m just venting. Teddy and I will be fine. Thank you for letting me get that off my chest!