It's my dog. Lizzie. Things have been rocky between us for a couple of months now. Ever since she decided she wanted to stay in every night (and morning) and never go out. I'm not the most active person myself, but I do like getting out and about sometimes. It gets tiring having to beg and plead and bribe to get Lizzie to go out with me. All she wants to do is sit in front of the TV or stay in (under) the bed.
I decided to give her space. I figured she just needed some time to herself to sort things out and she would eventually want to go out with me again. Nope ... not happening. The situation has only gotten worse.
So this morning we had a big blow-up. I asked her on three separate occasions to go out with me. Not only did she refuse, but she screamed at me to just leave her alone and ran into the bedroom. I am a bit bigger than she is, so I eventually forced her to go out, but she just sulked. She would not participate in any of the activities I had planned.
As of now we are not speaking to each other; we can't even stand to be in the same room. Are we destined to be 2-gether 4-ever? I don't know ...
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