Fear of the Bathroom Door
I wonder how a dog only 4.2 pounds can make such a mess!
Every night before bed we put the puppy Chihuahua in the downstairs bathroom with his older brother Yoda, an 8 year old Border Collie. Each of them, on their own have separation anxiety, but together the nights are quiet and peaceful. In the morning however, one of us has to go downstairs and open that bathroom door, and each morning is it's own unique suprise.
On a good morning there might be a puddle of puppy pee that it would seem Perry (the Chihuahua) has finger painted in. (The whole crating thing only works with a dog who actually dislikes his own urine, our little guy thinks it's a fine beverage or would rather turn the bathroom floor into a Slip N' Slide.) On a bad morning there is a fine layer of shit that's been ground into the floor, the walls and the door.
Holly and I are a true team, taking turns cleaning up this gruesome mess, and for that I'm grateful. We get to share the joy of slowly turning that bathroom door knob, head tilted away from the odor that's going to rush out at us like something hungry and pissed off about it. Still, when we see the two dogs playing and Yoda actually sleeping through the night because he's tuckered out, then we know we've done the right thing. It's just hard to remember that so early in the morning. What will I see? My mind chants as the door swings open, my breath held in my lungs so as not to breathe any of that stench in. What will I see?
Today was a good day.
Chapter 15--Captives
Today finishes off this chapter and brings us to the next entitled "Desires".
Page Count: 278
Word Count: 61,009
Every night before bed we put the puppy Chihuahua in the downstairs bathroom with his older brother Yoda, an 8 year old Border Collie. Each of them, on their own have separation anxiety, but together the nights are quiet and peaceful. In the morning however, one of us has to go downstairs and open that bathroom door, and each morning is it's own unique suprise.
On a good morning there might be a puddle of puppy pee that it would seem Perry (the Chihuahua) has finger painted in. (The whole crating thing only works with a dog who actually dislikes his own urine, our little guy thinks it's a fine beverage or would rather turn the bathroom floor into a Slip N' Slide.) On a bad morning there is a fine layer of shit that's been ground into the floor, the walls and the door.
Holly and I are a true team, taking turns cleaning up this gruesome mess, and for that I'm grateful. We get to share the joy of slowly turning that bathroom door knob, head tilted away from the odor that's going to rush out at us like something hungry and pissed off about it. Still, when we see the two dogs playing and Yoda actually sleeping through the night because he's tuckered out, then we know we've done the right thing. It's just hard to remember that so early in the morning. What will I see? My mind chants as the door swings open, my breath held in my lungs so as not to breathe any of that stench in. What will I see?
Today was a good day.
Chapter 15--Captives
Today finishes off this chapter and brings us to the next entitled "Desires".
Page Count: 278
Word Count: 61,009
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