We have a poodle. And lately he has become aggressive when we try to take socks, or other stuff he's not supposed to chew or eat, from him. The harder the husband scolds him, the worse the fang-baring and insane growling gets.
I think he is channeling my rage.
Last night we had another incident that involved the poodle trying to steal people food from the husband. I didn't know the dog was doing something wrong, until I put my foot in the wrong place and my toes received an attempted bite. (attempted meaning: I felt the teeth but there was no wound.) The husband spanked the dog and the dog turned into this vicious bare fanged monster. So then, the Wookiee was sent to his room without his toys.
I love Finn. I am happy we have a dog, but for the love of all dogs, I have no idea what we are doing wrong. So I tried to talk to the husband. He was, as usual, non-responsive. Like I was bothering him over nothing. But I love Finn and it's not his fault the marriage sucks, so I tried. I think I was able to strike a deal with the husband that instead of spanking and yelling, we would talk to Finn calmly and spray him with citronella water whenever he does something bad. All I got was a dead 'okay'.
It's just sad, what this has come to. And I hate that our friends think that the proposal was so cool (because it was underwater and the husband is claustrophobic and hates the thought of depending on SCUBA for breath). What's the point of a grand declaration of love if the love is lost within a few years? We started dating in mid 2002. That makes almost eight years together. Have we finally had it? How do people do this?
But this is about the dog. I have been thinking this morning. The nice little dog woke me up by licking my face. He was so sweet. So I said, dear God tell me how to take care of this dog because I don't want to have to give him up because of his aggression.
Ah, but answers don't fall from the sky. If they did, I wouldn't even be like this.
Powered by Qumana
Recent Comments