Pushed to the Brink

Louis & Ella are getting on MY LAST NERVE. Bigtime.

They are buck-ass wild & cannot be tamed.

When I leave them out, Louis escapes the fence by jumping over.

When I leave them in, both dogs destroy anything they can get their teeth on.

In the past week, I've lost three books, a leather CD case, about half a dozen CDs, notebooks, notepads, a beaded coaster, a dog bowl (shattered), and a cereal bowl (cracked in half).

I came home one day to find Louis walking around on top of my kitchen counter. Like a cat or something. Except he is a 32-lb dog. Just strolling along the counter looking for whatever he might to want to eat or to knock off.

I've been called by neighbors twice telling me to please come pick up my dog at their house.

I spent all last weekend building up the most ridiculous white trash-looking piece of crap fence slash barrier trying to keep Louis from the part of the yard where he can jump. Hasn't worked. They just got through this morning and were over there just waiting for the perfect time to jump over. Luckily, I caught them.

I came home two weeks ago to find Ella without her collar. I thought eventually I would find it out in the yard or something. I found it all right. About three days later when one of the dogs vomited it up right in the middle of my recliner.

I remained calm though, cleaned it up, and bought Ella a new collar. But now she has no identifying tags, so I'm going to have to order & pay for more of those.

I come home this week to find Louis without his damn collar. I haven't been gifted with vomited remains of that one yet, but I'm sure that's coming sometime this weekend.

I'm not sure what I am going to do. I've already yelled so much, I'm hoarse and have a massive headache.