Post by melonie on Jan 17, 2013 21:22:02 GMT -5
Teenagers! I swear!
I was in my room hanging out with the boy dogs while Wrinkles was getting her living room time.
One of the girls came in and I told her to put Wrinkles back in the kitchen because the other dogs were getting restless.
Awhile later I peek out my door, and there was no Wrinkles.
I proceed to let them out of the room then let them outside to do business. A few minutes later they come inside. The girls left, to go do teenager type things.
That was about 30 minutes ago. A few minutes ago Cleveland was whining to go out again, and since he has the trots, I let him out and Winnie went with him. I went to go relock the front porch door, and
I noticed that Cleveland was staring hard at the back porch door. So I go over there and about crap my pants.
There is Wrinkles devouring trash!
I quickly let Winnie back in the house, but Cleveland took off to join in the trash raid. Wrinkles of course guarded her hoard and snapped at Cleveland. He just took off to investigate another pile. I couldn't get Cleveland to come to me, so I focused on Wrinkles and got her inside and back into her space.
Grabbed a new trash bag and went to clean up trash in the dark and play dodge dog until Cleveland came inside.
Seriously could have been bad. Wrinkles could have slipped out of the front door and roamed the hood and been hit by a car. I could have had a dog fight. Luckily the boys have not been reacting to her antics, and neither of them have resource guarding issues.
At worse I'm going to have a sick dog. There was some stale bread in the trash, along with other lovely rotten stuff these weirdos think they like.
I am so ripping the girls a new one when they get home.
Hopefully miss barky butt will be quiet now the rest of the night since she had her little raid.
I was in my room hanging out with the boy dogs while Wrinkles was getting her living room time.
One of the girls came in and I told her to put Wrinkles back in the kitchen because the other dogs were getting restless.
Awhile later I peek out my door, and there was no Wrinkles.
I proceed to let them out of the room then let them outside to do business. A few minutes later they come inside. The girls left, to go do teenager type things.
That was about 30 minutes ago. A few minutes ago Cleveland was whining to go out again, and since he has the trots, I let him out and Winnie went with him. I went to go relock the front porch door, and
I noticed that Cleveland was staring hard at the back porch door. So I go over there and about crap my pants.
There is Wrinkles devouring trash!
I quickly let Winnie back in the house, but Cleveland took off to join in the trash raid. Wrinkles of course guarded her hoard and snapped at Cleveland. He just took off to investigate another pile. I couldn't get Cleveland to come to me, so I focused on Wrinkles and got her inside and back into her space.
Grabbed a new trash bag and went to clean up trash in the dark and play dodge dog until Cleveland came inside.
Seriously could have been bad. Wrinkles could have slipped out of the front door and roamed the hood and been hit by a car. I could have had a dog fight. Luckily the boys have not been reacting to her antics, and neither of them have resource guarding issues.
At worse I'm going to have a sick dog. There was some stale bread in the trash, along with other lovely rotten stuff these weirdos think they like.
I am so ripping the girls a new one when they get home.
Hopefully miss barky butt will be quiet now the rest of the night since she had her little raid.