So that last post was pretty depressing wasn't it? In my defense, I was on my third consecutive week of having at least one sick kid at home (strep for one, ear infection for another, respiratory infection for the third) and I'd just had to crawl into the dog crate to clean up vomit before 7:30 in the morning. No one should have to do that before breakfast.
The dog thing isn't as bad I made it sound. Yes, he chews on stuff. And yes, he digs gigantic holes that I'm sure will be the cause of more than one sprained ankle in the future.
But....Max is a dog.
He is not a child. As much as I like to compare him to a toddler, he is not one. He will not grow out of most of his dog-like behaviors and I realized that I just have to accept that. I guess it's like accepting our children for who they are and not who we want them to be.
So I'm trying to adjust my attitude and look on the bright side of things. Silver linings and all that....
~ The kids don't leave toys all over the house anymore. They know that Max will chew them up so for the past month, all toys have stayed in bedrooms. This is marvelous and unprecedented.
~ Because of this, I have not stepped on a single lego brick in weeks. My feet are thankful.
~They also don't leave backpacks, socks, shoes or jackets on the floor because they know Max will drag them off and chew them up, too. The entryway is no longer an obstacle course of kid items - hurray!
~ Our carpet gets vacuumed a whole lot more often than it did. This has got to be better for everyone's allergies, don't you think?
~ The kids really are learning about responsibility. No matter what kind of mood she's in, Syd is in charge of walking the dog twice a day. Unless she's sick or it's really rainy, she's out there, poop bag in hand, running down the block with him. All three kids fight over who's going to get him out of his crate in the morning, fill his water bowl, scoop out his food and do the backyard "poop duty". Fighting over chores.....I certainly didn't think it would happen in my lifetime.
~ The kids' piggy banks are getting full thanks to the backyard "poop duty". (We pay them fifty cents per poop.) Now this may seem like a negative because we're paying them, but they like earning their own money and since Syd is saving up to buy a tablet, she is more than eager to do this while I am off to the side gagging.
~ They really do love that dog. They pet him, play with him and talk to him all the time. When Evan had to draw some things that he loves for a Valentine's project, the first thing he drew was Max.
Max is going in for his big snip-snip next week and I'm hoping the drop in testosterone will alleviate some of the really annoying things like the biting. (Seriously, of all the things he does, I think the biting is the most irritating.) And if that doesn't help, I'm going to call the woman who posted his picture on the neighborhood message board. She's a dog trainer and has offered to help us with him since we are brand new dog owners.
So we're in it for the long haul, I guess. But if you come to my house, don't be surprised to see chewed-up dining room curtains and dog hair on my kitchen floor. I refuse to replace the curtains just have him chew up another set and I cannot for the life of me sweep up all of the dog hair. I'm beginning to think it appears out of nowhere; I'll sweep and though the dog is nowhere in sight, a pile of hair magically appears off in the corner or under the sink. How does that happen?!?
But I'm seeing another silver lining here.....I'm thinking sweeping the kitchen floor can be added to Syd's list of chores since she's so eager to help out with the dog.
Two Weeks Later
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