Tuesday, February 14, 2012

What would Sarah McLachlan say?

Me: "Your dog just peed on the floor, I need you to go clean it up." 

J2: "Ugh. Fine."

Me: "You do realize that you are losing $1 of your allowance every time she pees on the floor, right?" (Not the first time the dog has peed on the floor today.)

J2: "I can't stop her."

Me: "You could try paying attention to her."

15 minutes later. The pee is still not cleaned up.

Me: "Jabali I need you to pause your game and go clean up the dog pee."

J2: "I will."

Me: Standing there waiting. "Now please."

J2: "Oh my gosh."

Heaven forbid I want the dog pee off my floor.
He gets up huffing and puffing and stomping around to get paper towels
like a true teenage drama queen.
... meanwhile Marley slips in the dog pee. Awesome.
He picks up the paper towels  that he used to soak up the pee and tosses them in the garbage.


J2:" I don't remember Athena being able to pee that much."

Me: "You're right Jabali, I peed on the floor."

the pee is not really cleaned up.

it is definitely not sanitary over there.

THIS. IS. NOT. OK!

I have to re-clean it up myself, that way I know it's clean.




Shame on me for caving and allowing J2 kids to get a puppy for his birthday.
Shame on me for not insisting he ask for something other than a pet.
He promised to take really good care of her and I fell for it... Shame.On.Me!  

It's frustrating to make the same mistakes over again. The last dog our family owned wasn't taken care of like he should of been. Don't get me wrong he was loved, but only when it was convenient. And that is not how puppies are supposed to be treated. I got tired of being the only one taking care of him, cleaning up after him, playing with him. It was too much for me to do along with everything else going on so I had to find him a different home, so we could both be happier.


I thought that was a lesson learned.       ... but now ... it's happening all over again.


J2 doesn't seem to "get it". Despite the encouragement, reminders, self-help books, serious talks, extra chores, lost allowance. It's seriously draining. And that's only when he's here. I take care of the dog when he is at school, holiday breaks and every other weekend when he's at his mom's house.

He yells at the puppy when he gets in trouble for not taking care of it. He hits her when she doesn't listen to him and then freaks out on me when I try to correct his bad choices.

"What do you want me to do about it?"
"What?! Am I suppose to just play with her all day and have no life?!"
(Wow. Um.. please, don't have children.)

His dog spends more time locked in her kennel than she spends outside of it. If she's not locked in her kennel, he just puts her outside and leaves her there for HOURS. We don't have a fenced yard yet, and yesterday I saw the puppy run across the road in front of a car. She almost got hit. He didn't seem to care because she was back out there again tonight. In fact I went out to get my phone out of the car and she was laying on the front porch, who knows how long she had been left out there this time. It's sad.

And I can not stand the dog hair that is E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E!! Everywhere.
I hate stepping in pee.
I am not a fan of coming home and seeing poop on the floor.
It's not sanitary. It's SO NOT OK.

I tried talking to his dad about it, he gets mad at me for being upset. Like I don't have a right to live in a clean, dog-hair free house because his son is ADHD and it's hard for him to remember, and giving the dog away would make him sad. What would Sarah McLachlan say about this situation? Hmmm?! She wouldn't like it!! I know that much.

I don't know what I am going to do  but something has got to change. One of these days the poor little puppy that gets left outside by herself... might just go missing, and find herself in a new home where she'll be really loved and taken care of. Until then I will use J2's allowance money to buy more bleach spray.

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