This is Burton. Burton is a dog - a cocker spaniel in fact (just in case you couldn't tell). Right now he is living at my house. Let me tell you why:
Burton belongs to my brother, who is having a difficult time right now. He's had to move into a place where he cannot have a pet, and he couldn't bare to lose his best friend in the midst of the rest of his crappy life. So, being the benevolent sister that I am, I agreed to "doggie sit" for an extended amount of time. I'm not sure why either, because I'm SOO OO not a dog person.
Don't get me wrong - I love all things cute and furry (and they seem to love me too). But dogs are so noisy, and smelly, and they take lots of time and patience. And they chew everything (at least in my experience). I'm much more a cat person, but that is beside the point.
Really, Burton is a good doggie. He's obedient for the most part, and is housetrained. He's calm and patient with the girls, and he lets them maul him all day. I'm just not a dog person (have I mentioned that already?) For some reason, Burton has become extremely attached to me - like he won't venture more than 3 feet from my side. Its actually very cute and extremely annoying at the same time. He even watches me pee - I can't go anywhere without the poor guy. I already have 2 girls who are pretty much attached to my hip - I don't need a 3rd wheel (or 4th?). Regardless, my patience is growing thin.
Add that to the fact that this dog likes to chew. He's only 8 months old, so still in the puppy stage. But its becomming very annoying. Last night, I hopped into the shower after my run. Of course he sat on the floor of the bathroom to wait - or so I thought. Really, he was just biding his time until the glass fogged up enough that I couldn't see him any longer so that he could rummage through trash. By the time I got out of the shower, he'd chewed up and spit out several used tissues. I spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up regurgitated tissue. So not fun.
My poor kitty doesn't like him much either. They fight like - well, they fight like cats and dogs. Burton wants to be her friend, but kitty wants nothing to do with him. He chases her, she growls and hisses, and then he runs away crying. It would be comical if I didn't feel badly for my poor kitty. I think she's feeling displaced and neglected.
He also wakes me up in the night. I haven't had a full night of sleep since he came to visit. Apparently he can hold his pee all day while I'm at work, but in the night he has to go every 3-4 hours. Nice. Add that to the fact that Bryn still wakes at least once every night, and he has to accompany me into her room. She thinks his doggie tags are jingle bells, and she'd rather play then sleep at that point.
I'm so tired - and so not a dog person.
He is cute though, and the girls love him:
I'm just not a dog person . . .