Y'all, I can't stand the dog.
I don't like the licking.
I don't like the smell.
I don't like having dog hair absolutely everywhere all the time.
He chews on everything. My favorite recliner. The dining room curtains. The mat by the back door. My gym bag. Syd's jacket. My antique dining room chairs. I've sprayed them with the bitter apple spray and that works for all of about ten minutes before he's back at it.
The kids get scared of him when he gets in one of his moods: running around frantically and barking. This could just be his way of "playing", but it's annoying.
He bites when he's excited which is at least twice a day. He hasn't broken skin yet, but it's just a matter of time.
I can't put him in the back yard because he digs. And digs. And digs. We have have gigantic holes all over the back yard. I'm half hoping that he'll dig out under the fence and run away.
I know I'm a horrible person. Who doesn't like dogs?
This month long experience has just proven to me that there really are "dog people" and "cat people." I am most definitely a cat person.
The kids really want to keep him, but is it fair to keep him here when I absolutely hate him? Do I break their hearts because he irritates the heck out of me? Will getting him "fixed" solve some of these issues?
Ryan says we should take him for training (read: I should take him for training), but I don't even know if I want to invest time and money in that.
Go ahead - tell me how horrible I am. I can't feel any worse about the situation than I already do.
Two Weeks Later
23 hours ago