Marley

Our poor puppy.


He's getting old.  

First he went deaf.  Not that big of a deal.  Actually jealous of that in this house.



But now he is....spiteful?  delusional?  incontinent?

Hard to diagnose.  But he goes in the house, the minute we leave the house.  Sometimes while we are here.

Well, Jeff and I get angry.  We yell (ineffectively) at a deaf dog and smack his bottom.

Dyleva is not having it.

Holy cow.

You would think someone was torturing them.  They start sobbing.  "Don't hurt Mimi!!!" and throw themselves over the dog.  

Really?  For the record, neither of them is offering to clean up after angelic Marley.

So after the third "freak out," I sat them down.

"What do you propose I do?"  I asked them.



Eva said withhold treats.  Not bad.  Done.
Dylan said to put diapers on him.
Okay.
I ordered a set.
Too small.  His pene must have kept getting out because there is still tinkles on my floor.  

I ordered a bigger set.
No change. 

He is quartered off to the kitchen.  Diapers aren't working.  Neither is snack positive reinforcement or diapers.  

It sucks getting old.