Once upon a time, my parents decided it would be lovely for them if they ran away together for a weekend away from their three children to good ol' SLC. I, being the oldest, agreed to babysit. The girlies and I always have fun together when we're home alone, so it was no big.
The weekend began just like any other. A little cleaning, some tv time, star-gazing, car rides, dancing/singing, Disney chit-chat, etc. Oh yeah...and SULLEY. Oh, Sulley. The worlds most obnoxious animal. I love that cute little giant puppy, dearly, but he annoys the crap out of me. You know, he probably really annoys the crap out of my neighbors, too. How could he not? You see, Sulley loves to bark. I think its his favorite pass-time. He is an outside dog. Why? Because if he's inside for longer than five seconds, he's eaten half of the kitchen and then some. Not a good thing, usually. So we keep him outside. Sulley does not enjoy the outdoors, much. I'm pretty sure he hates it. He's expressed to us multiple times how he'd much rather be inside ruining things like the crazy hooligan he is.
For quite some time, the little dear would stand at our back door and scratch at it TWENTY-FOUR/SEVEN and that, my friends, is not even an exaggeration, although, I deeply wish it was. It drove us BATTY to the point where we'd get in the car and just drive aimlessly in order to be away from the noise. Yeah, it was THAT bad.
Side Note: Have you ever seen 'Marley & Me?' Sulley is perhaps a more mild version of Marley. Scary, eh?
Back to my tale, now. We were finally fed up with the constant scratching on the door, so we put up a baby gate on our porch to block him from the door. It worked great for...well...not long enough. Apparently his Australian Shepherd "brilliance" we've been promised from him decided to come out once the baby gate was put up. Now he stands next to the porch, closest to the door and barks. And barks. And barks. And barks. And barks. And barks......And barks.
::sorry, neighbors::
Funny Side Note: Walter, our other doggie, who we USED to think was naughty is now angel-puppy. He's quiet. Obedient. {well, k. not really obedient but a HECK of a lot more obedient than Sulley...Walter still has this annoying thing that gets me every time. Most dogs, you call their name and they run to you, right? Not Walter. You call his name, he glances at you, then books it the opposite direction.} Long story short, Walter is FAB next to the other dog of ours.
Now, now, I guess I'll be mature and take some of the blame for this. Or really, maybe I should take all the blame. I bought Sulley with the promise to take care of him, which I have, but also to train him to be a good dog. Well, have I trained him?? You probably guessed it. Nope. I'm hoping to get on that soon, though, just so you know.
K now here's the story I was trying to get at since the beginning of this rambley post. Today, before my sissy's had woke up, Walter was barking, so I let him out. Then I figured I'd just let Sulley out, too. He needs all that fresh air and exercise. Sulley sleeps in a crate in the garage, ps. I go into the garage, open the back door and Sulley's crate door and expect him to just run outside like he usually does. {K, wait, you need to know something real quick. For the last week-ish my tail bone has been KILLING me. I waddle. I can't sit normal. You get it... Keep that info in mind, now.} I open his door and he runs out, but then quickly turns around and full on sprints at me. He jumps on top of his crate, then leaps at me. Guys, Sulley is NOT a small animal. Of course, he knocks me over. Oh, and our garage isn't super clean, so I fall over ON MY TAIL BONE onto some box-like thing. Owie! It was one of those where it stung so bad my eyes watered and I was breathing funny.
I collected myself then stood back up slowly and was yelling at Sulley to get out of the garage. Of course, he was eating some paper that was probably important. So I caught him, got it out of his mouth, grabbed his collar and drug him out to the backyard. What do I find when I'm out there? Our gate was wide open. That meant Walter was already somewhere around our neighborhood running around like a wild man. I had let go of Sulley before I noticed the gate was open, so he, too, ran right outside.
Luckily, as soon as I ran out to catch them {remember, I'm in pain} I saw Walter. Our next door neighbors are dog-sitting and Walter was over there...Well... Doing naughty things to the dog. Sicko. I yelled at him to come and of course, I call his name and he takes off, out of sight.
I saw Sulley across the street doing his business in our other neighbors yard. Lovely. Then he decided to pull a Walter and run away when I called his name, too. Usually he's pretty good about coming when you tell him to. Not this time, though.
Well, I was still in pain. I was sleepy and I was mad at my pooches. So I let them be. I went inside.
A few minutes later Sulley ran into our door. Yes, literally. I opened it, and luckily Walter was with him. They both ran inside. Uh-oh. I went after Sulley, because he does the most damage. He went straight upstairs, into my parents room. Guess what he did in there? His business. Dang animal. Before I could get to him, though, he managed to scarf down a few things: half of a pencil, some paper, some silver thing I never got to really get a look at, and I'm pretty sure he ate one of Adi's socks, too.
Oye.
In conclusion, I finally got the dogs taken care of. I got the yucky stuff in my parents room cleaned up, etc. I just wanted to whine. I need some sympathy, I think.
On the plus side, today reminded me just how badly I need to take Sulley to training. I think I'll get on that sooner, now. Here's to hoping the next time I post about Sulley, its about what a sweet, smart, GOOD doggie he is!
*deep, cleansing breath*
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