Bad Dog

I have written numerous posts regarding my great love and adoration for my dog Buster. Therefore, it is with a heavy heart that I write this. Suddenly, he has become a very naughty little doggie and truth-be-told it’s breaking my heart. Honestly, I’m fearful. If he is acting this badly with the expectant arrival of Baby Cayden how is he going to react once we get Cayden home.

Buster is guilty of destroying our carpets. He has been using the bathroom in the house; a lot lately. He has a doggie door and knows how to use it. Plus, he’s been house trained for a long, long time already. So there is no excuse for him going to the bathroom in the house.

Yesterday, I came home feeling worn out; Cayden beat the hell out of me. All I wanted to do was lay on the couch and rest. However, I know that Buster has needed extra attention lately and I don’t want him to feel abandoned. So, despite being tired and beat-up, I played ball with him and tried my best to keep him as entertained as possible. Apparently it was not enough.

Chad’s uncle came to the house to help with the nursery and immediately noticed the new glider sitting in the living room. He made a comment on how nice it was and while we were talking about it I noticed a dark spot on the carpet next to the footrest. I walked over, touched the wet spot and immediately knew it was pee. Luckily since Buster is so short there was no pee on the fabric; just the wood part of the footstool. I was able to easily clean it. Still, it doesn’t make it right. This infuriated both me and Chad. Buster got a stern, “Bad Dog!” while I showed him the mess. He was then put outside and the doggie door was locked.

He stayed outside for awhile. It wasn’t until after dinner that we let him back in the house. He came in, ate dinner, ran to the living room and peed on the floor—right in front of us! Yup, that’s right. He peed in the house again. Once again he got a stern, “Bad Dog!” while Chad showed him the mess and was put outside and the doggie door was locked. He wasn’t let back in until it was time to go to bed.

This dog, I’m telling you has no remorse. When we let him back into the house; he ran inside, darted to our bedroom, jumped on our bed, kicked Chad around to make more room for himself and got all comfy cozy and feel asleep. It would be funny if it wasn’t so infuriating.

I can’t believe it. I really can’t. I don’t understand why he would be that bad—on purpuse. I know he has been extra needy lately, but I feel like we have accommodating him as best we can. Plus, he’s a dog! I shouldn’t have to go out of *my* way to make sure he is accommodated.

It makes me mad because I think of all the things Chad and I do for him. Like spend all kinds of extra money to take him on vacations with us, taking him to people’s houses when he isn’t really invited, etc. I know that Buster isn’t capable of understanding nor appreciating what Chad and I do for him, but he *has to know* that he has a *damn* good life with Chad and I.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what we will do if this behavior continues or worsens once we get Cayden home. I can’t stomach the thought of getting rid of Buster; I love him too much. But I need to make sure my baby is safe. We may have to turn him into an outside dog, but that doesn’t seem like a viable option either. I feel like it would be animal abuse because it’s so hot here.

Our poor carpet. We are either going to have to replace it (which will be over $2,000) or get it professionally cleaned. We haven’t quiet decided what we will do about it, but we know that we need to do something because we can’t have the baby rolling around on pee soaked floors.

I don’t know. I’m at a loss. I love Buster *so* much. I want him to be part of the family. I want him to be a protective big brother; not a jealous little brat. Sigh…