As you may recall I am not the tidiest of people, and I can think of better ways to pass my time than cleaning this place all the time, but I do have some standards, and I am fed up with the mess that Sadie makes every time she comes in. It's not her fault. The problem is caused by all the rain we have been having. Wet German Shepherds and small space living just do not mix. She is constantly wanting to go out, and once she has been out, of course she wants back in. It continues at night too. She will hear a fox outside and makes me get up to let her chase it away, and then in she comes, often soaking wet and shakes herself dry. Mud spatters everywhere.
Enough is enough! I shall build her a new kennel, and insulate it. I shall make it snug with lots of straw. Straw helps to keep her clean anyway, so it's a good thing. What? Oh please! Don't give me that look. I want to make it nice in here. She farts a lot too you know. She will be much happier. Remember she has been used to it. She has been on probation for a few months and it hasn't worked out. These things happen! She knows it was a trial period. No! Don't do that. Giving me that look. You are as bad as she is with your soulful eyes. No that's it. I have made up my mind. She is an outside dog. That is it and all about it!
Oh yes, and don't forget that outdoor dogs get extra food rations. It has it's perks. Her new kennel is going to be so snug. I might move in with her!
I said you wouldn't be happy with me. I was right wasn't I?
|And I need to have a word with Bonnie about wet paw prints everywhere.|