Ah fuck......after over 2 months of not so much as the slightest wrongdoing, I came home to find the pooch chewed the shit out of 2 of the kitchen chairs. Sort of lost my shit, yelled at him and he then proceeded to piss all over the kitchen and living room floors.
Sort of feel bad, but not really. I made it clear from the beginning, pretty much the only conditional terms for getting a dog on my end was they not destroy my shit, or attack people. Strike 1.
The ironic part is I started looking for a new dining set a few days ago as what I have now is meh and doesn't fit well in the space....maybe he sensed that and was helping me make my decision?
Sort of feel bad, but not really. I made it clear from the beginning, pretty much the only conditional terms for getting a dog on my end was they not destroy my shit, or attack people. Strike 1.
The ironic part is I started looking for a new dining set a few days ago as what I have now is meh and doesn't fit well in the space....maybe he sensed that and was helping me make my decision?