The Dog Days Are Over

As the title literally says, the dog days are over.  I have been talking about getting a dog for like two years now, even gone so far as to try to adopt a couple along the way.  All it took to totally eradicate that thought from my head was to dog-sit for a week.

Let me preface by saying that this dog is quite lovely (a beagle/dachshund mix, I think).  He's spirited and soft and fun-loving ... and CONSTANTLY up my ass.  When I move, he moves.  When I walk, he walks.  When I descend the stairs, he tries to murder me by getting directly underneath my feet on the stairs.  When I pee, for Christ's sake, he sits in the bathroom and watches me.

It's very unsettling.

He tears around my yard and gardens like a fucking tornado, trampling and shitting on everything in his path.  He tore out the back door the other day, and the next thing I saw was a bunny literally flying through the air.  (A rousing eight-legged foot chase ensued.)  I'm fairly sure that bunny is either dying or already dead somewhere under my deck or shed.  I'm not looking forward to the imminent smell of rotting rabbit.

To add insult to injury, I had to pick up two OTHER dogs today.  While I only have the two little white dogs for one day, I have to keep the three dogs separated, and the original dog keeps trying to launch himself off the living room chair and over the stair railing to get to the "smell" in the basement.

I'm too old for this shit.  Actually, I just don't have the patience for this shit.

I like my space.  I don't having that space filled with dog hair and violent barking freak-outs whenever someone comes to the house.  8 more hours to freedom.  Hallelujah - deliver me from this evil.