I have ALWAYS maintained that puppies are cute for about 5 minutes. Especially when said puppy belongs to you.
Well, Casey was cute for all of 45 seconds before he peed on the carpet for the first time. Then he barfed in his crate. He followed that by pooping in the hallway. He is no longer cute. Casey, now known as demon dog, hell-puppy, poop machine, furball from hell, and Prince of Pee has occasional moments of "cute" that are often overlooked by someone in the house shouting; "Oh my gosh, grab that mutt, quick he's going to pee/poop on the carpet!!!!"
When he's not ruining the carpet upstairs (it's a good thing we decided long before getting demon dog that we were going to pull up the carpet upstairs - it's practically new but we have opted for hardwood floors in that part of the house), he's chewing on everything, and I mean EVERYTHING...Yes, he has a plethora of toys designed for the obsessive canine infant/toddler/teen....but he prefers human toes, fingers, clothes, hair, and especially that tender part right on the back of my freakin' calves! OUCH!
I keep trying to tell myself that he's going to grow into a great adult Goldendoodle dog that we are soooo looking forward to. But in reality, I'm not altogether sure we're going to make it through 'puppyhood.' I swear, I'm going to need therapy by the time all is said and done.
And if demon dog doesn't keep me on a therapist's couch then Gaby is bound to. Oh my Lord...I love this child, I do...more than anything, but I gotta tell ya, there are days when I just wanna pull my hair out. Take the following conversation for example;
Mommy: Gaby, it's time to pick up your toys.
Gaby: No, not now.
Mommy: Yes Gaby, right now.
Gaby: I'm busy.
Mommy: C'mon Gaby lets clean up, mommy will even sing the clean up song...:"clean up, clean up, everybody cleans up, clean up clean up before the puppy eats your baby doll."
At this point Gaby grabs her baby doll (one of many) and runs over to Casey and tells him very sternly,
"Don't eat baby dolly, is MINE!!!!"
Then she walks back over to me, plops herself in the middle of the floor and states in a very satisfactory tone;
" OK mommy, you clean up now!"
In her world it's as simple as that. She has taken care of the imminent threat of demon dog eating baby dolly and that's all that matters so therefore that negates the need for her to pick up her toys at all. Of course five minutes later, once she's dropped baby doll in exchange for another toy, Casey will walk over, and place a baby doll appendage in his mouth and happily start to chew and then all hell breaks loose because Gaby realizes Casey has her baby and she wants me to intervene and save baby dolly from vampire puppy's teeth of death. And to add insult to injury it's somehow my fault that he has baby dolly. I then get roped into consoling not only Gaby but baby dolly as well.
Don't even get me started on trying to potty-learn Gaby. Oi! We had two weeks of bliss when we thought we were almost there and all we had left to conquer was night-time PL'ing. Ha! And again I say HA! She now wants nothing to do with her special little potty seat, or the big potty, or pretty panties or anything to do with it at all. Not only will this child NOT wean herself from the breast, but she is going to be in diapers forever!
That's right....we're going to be the people in the big brown house with newspaper lining our entire upstairs and the 5 year old still in diapers who is running around yelling, "clean up clean up, mommy's going to clean up, clean up clean up mommy's cleaning up doggy poop!!!!"
