I am in a foul mood this evening. I am home. The pups are here with me. And even with that, nothing feels quite right. I guess at least Sadie and Marly were glad to see me when I went to pick them up.
Somehow I have already lost any sort of alpha status I had with Marly. Her playing/biting is getting worse and when I tell her “No!” it just seems to spur on her want to play and play rough. I look like I have been attacked by some mad cat with the bruises and scratches all over my legs and arms. Mostly now I want to kill her when she gets like this (which I know doesn’t help either…I am sure she gets the vibes from me), but really it is the last thing I want to deal with after sitting in the car for five hours and being up and working at 5am this morning.
I came home to my TV being on, the outside lights all turned off, a peed on blanket left in Marly’s crate, blood or some other red substance on the carpet, and Clyde trying to kill Bonnie.
The notes from the pet sitter ladies that came Tuesday and Wednesday were nice, but though they don’t think Marly had any overnight accidents Tuesday night, based on the smell of the blanket that I found in the washer, I think she pulled one of her poop and then ‘clean-up’ acts. Though, maybe that happened at a different time.