dognabit.

I don't think we can handle this dog anymore. It is pretty heartbreaking since she really is lovable and the kids are quite attached to her 50 % of the time - you know, when she's not peeing on their freshly made beds and amputating the legs off the Dora the Explorer family. No one will let us bring her to obedience class due to her inability to not pee all over the floor every 10 minutes. I hope that we can find her a nice big farm to go live on - she should live in a barn or something. We will miss her, but here's what I'm not going to miss:

- Washing the 7 towels each and every day that are needed to sop up her urine puddles on the floor.

- Wondering where the hell all the (fill in the blank) went? Last night she ate 3 entire sticks of butter that were sitting on the counter AND the box they were in.

-The constant flipping of the kid's mattresses because she has deemed them potty stops.

- Searching for my children in the morning to get them ready for school when we are all ready late - she is exceptionally hyper in the early hours of the day and the kiddos hide to avoid her.

- Lifting the 4 gallon water tank she speeds through each day.

- The poop. Why not outside? Why?? She has kidney problems, not bowel and is let out every 20 minutes.

- People not coming over because they fear she will eat them. It's valid really.

- Having to use only plastic dishes. She has broken all 12 of our place settings with the exception of two bowls and 3 salad plates. She pulls them off counters and tables hoping food may be on them.

- Having to replace what once was perfectly good carpet because of all the 'Mokie spots".



There are even more things that we will all miss about her. She is truly a great dog with a funny personality. She is constantly running into walls and falling off of couches. The giggles never cease. She's a 75 pound bundle of entertainment. Over the short time we have had her, I now understand why people love their dogs so much. We have tried everything in order to keep this dog. For two months, while having all the tests done on her, we put her in depends. This sort of worked and sort of did not. We had less accidents in the house, but she would occasionally poop in them too. When Troy would take her outside to hose her off, the house a few doors down containing a dozen or so highly shady hispanic men and constant traffic would start singing a song they made up which began "Diaper dog, diaper dog, gotta hose off that shit log..." Eventually Troy no longer wanted to leave the house, so we abandoned the practice and took to doing extra laundry.