Dudley, the dumb dog, has gone and done it again…

The above picture is of my two sons along with our two dogs. The more intelligent of the two is the big white dog. Zeus. He is a Pyrenees. We really should have named him “big white rug that snores”. The other dog is Dudley. Dudley is dumber than a box of rocks. He is a lovable guy but dumb. Really. Really. Dumb.

His first mistake in life was defecating in my husbands shoes. His second and third mistake was urinating on our bed.  I wrote a post about that awhile back. It is listed in the sidebar if you are interested in reading the post.

I shipped him off to my mother’s for awhile.  Due to my big heart I brought him back home.  He was homesick and starving himself.  He had lost quite a bit of weight and I was not able to stand by and watch the poor guy do this to himself.

Like an idiot, I brought him home.  The boys were very diligent about taking the dog out and making sure he was not having any more accidents in the house.  Did I tell you this dog is really stupid? He really is the dumbest dog I have ever had the misfortune to own.

This morning I was standing outside on the back deck talking with my husband. I had on my morning attire of sweat pants and no shoes. I know it was cold. My feet were not bothered by the cold.

The boys let Dudley out to go to the bathroom. My husband is standing there watching this dog as he is walking around the deck. He walked over to my leg…

My Life as I know It ….part 2

I am sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you my friends.  Those of you who were impatient and called, I thank you.

I went behind my husbands back on this.  That was wrong.  Especially knowing that I have all ready caused great irritation because I have not been very attentive.  I compounded his bad mood by doing this.

I did feel justified, but it was still wrong…..No, the axe hasn’t fallen yet because we have had some company and he really thought I was trying to have my friends run interference which really hadn’t crossed my mind until he mentioned it.

As most of you know, we had to get rid of our little Pomeranian, Dudley. If you don’t know what happened with Dudley, please click on his name and you will know it all.

Thursday night I had to drive out to my mother’s to drop some items off.  When I saw Dudley I was so surprised.  He had lost a lot of weight.  Mom had to take him to see the Vet and the Doctor told mom that he was starving himself.  My sister also told me that every time I would come to visit, he would get out and run after the truck.  My sister would have to get in her car to chase him down.  Then he would just sit in the window for days waiting for me to come back.

Zeus, our Pyrenees, was also missing Dudley.  I think that is why he was pulling his fur out.  My husband doesn’t think so.  My son was depressed over Dudley being gone.

My husband hates this little dog.  I must admit that he has not been my favorite either.  He has done enough to make my life miserable.

I couldn’t stand seeing him like that and hearing that he was running away and trying to track down the truck.  I brought him home.  I arrived home at 2am.  When I walked in the door, Zeus looked up.  When he saw Dudley he got so excited.  He hunched down on his two front paws and started to jump in the air.  He is bigger than I am and there is not enough room for him to be doing this.  They started chasing each other around the kitchen.  The two dogs almost took out the Christmas tree.  I finally made them go out side.  Those two dogs played in the back yard until 4 in the morning.

My son has been working on trying to break Dudley of his bad habits.  I need a bigger crate for him.

I am sure there will be some sitting there thinking….”That’s what all the drama is about?!”  Yes, it may not seem like much but it is a big deal.

I know that by bringing him home I forfeit any rights to complain about anything he does.  I only brought this onto myself.  It has all ready been pointed out to me that by doing this I am also not teaching my son that life is full of hard knocks and he is going to have to learn how to deal with it.  

My husband has every right to be “miffed” with me…..Now you know….Yes, it is serious.

Dudley has to Go…He peed on my bed again…:-( Edited to finish story

It is ironic that I am posting this considering the phone call I had the other day. My friend CC has known about the trials we have had with our one dog. During our conversation we discussed Dudley again and I told her how well the kids had been doing in keeping him crated.

Dudley is a Pomeranian. He is a beautiful dog. He has the coloring of a red fox. He just doesn’t get it. He has urinated on my bed twice. He has defecated in my husbands shoes. His other favorite place is the laundry room on the dirty clothes. He has urinated on my books.

You can take him outside on the leash to potty and he will go potty. He will also walk into the house then go potty again.

We were getting ready for bed, lo and behold….Dudley has struck again. He urinated on my $150 burgundy, velvet comforter. Which went through the comforter onto the tempurpedic foam piece that covers the mattress. We have a queen size bed.

He has to go…..I can’t stand this anymore. It is going to break the kids heart. This is their dog. They love him and I am going to be the cruel person in getting rid of the dog.