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Thursday, February 08, 2007

Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

Okay, I love my pets. We all love our pets. Well all spoil them and treat them like kings and queens. BUT, sometimes I just want to ship them off to Siberia in a creaky airplane!

I swear, I think The Boss has possessed me the last two days, because I'm acting just like him! The dogs are working my EVERY nerve! Yesterday they kept barking at some unseen phantom in the woods and were in and out and in and out so much my head was spinning. Today, the same thing! I go look, there's nothing there that I can see, and they keep getting worked up, which gets me even MORE worked up! I am getting nothing done, because I am up and down like a pogo stick playing doorman.

The Boss always says he needs springs on his a%#, because he has to get up and down so much to let them in and out while I'm at work. And Scooter---he's the worst. This morning I'm sitting there trying to read the paper and have my morning eye-opener (and after the aggrevation, I felt like a good strong shot of whiskey, not coffee!) He scratches at the door. I get up. I open the scratched door. And what does he do? Walks away back into the living room!

Are there times when you just want to SCREAM at your pet?? I actually have been screaming. I open the door and scream, "SHUT UP! SHUT.....UP!" I slammed the door, and of course, I get mad at myself for losing control!

I told you all awhile back about the wonderful comic strip "Pooch Cafe" and the star, little big dog, Poncho. My favorite was his owner screaming "SHUT UP" all day, because Poncho was barking at squirrels, then later Poncho complains to his pooch friends that his "master wouldn't shut up all day." I'm telling you, if you don't get the print version of The Leaf-Chronicle, it is worth it to do so just for this comic!

So, please tell me you have times like this, so I don't feel like the bad, evil mean dog mommy! I'm telling you, the last two days I've been thinking a cats-only house might be in the future after the dogs join Penny, Tramp and Yogi! The cats NEVER make me lose it! At least they haven't yet!

To top it off, for some reason, Blogger isn't letting me upload my photo of the day! So now I'm screaming at the computer AND the dogs. Pray for my sanity. LOL.

posted by Sandy at 2/08/2007 10:59:00 AM


Blogger Skeeter said...

Could the dogs know of a raccoon or opossum in the trees??? They may smell something in the woods also. Our neighbors dog Jetta the chow mix seems to bark at the wind at times but I will investigate her barks and I usually see a critter off in the distant woods…
So let me get this right? You are assuming all cats are good and you would not mind living in an all cat world??? Well maybe your cats are perfect but not mine by any means! Now Skeeter, he was perfect as any cat could have been but he is gone (I still will not tell that story as of yet out of respect to Dragon) and now my world is filled with the girls. They both have their moments but Cheetah by far is the problem child!

Cheetah is needy, skittish and lives for daily routine. When we have overnight guests, it drives her nuts! I end up the nuttiest of all with her behavior! During the day hours, she will hide under the covers to our bed. She will stay under the covers all day long and never move. Even if we leave the house, when we return, she is in the same spot! Then when it is bed time and the strange people have gone upstairs to their bed rooms, she decides all is safe downstairs in our bedroom. So fraidy cat comes slithering out from under the covers and is full of energy. She stretches and I say to hubby, “Let the Games Begin”! She will eat, play a bit in the sand box, snoop around and peek around corners to make sure everyone is tucked away. Then she starts to pace and whine! She meows this sad little crying meow and jumps up into the bed, runs over me and hubby then back down off the bed. After about 10 times of this, I will get out of bed and try everything to make her content. The only thing that shuts her crying is when I pick her up and rub and love on her. Then I put her down and go back to bed a few minutes later. Within about 10 minutes, she starts it again! She keeps on until I guess I finally just pass out from exhaustion!

In the wee hours of the morning before anyone has trotted down the stairs, (usually between 5:00 and 6:00) she starts it again. Pacing from room to room and meowing like crazy. She will do laps on the bed, up and down, up and down, and in this room to this room cry meowing the entire time! The minute someone makes an appearance down the stairs, back under the covers she goes whether we are still in bed or not. She never gets under the covers with us in bed so this is a big thing for her. I make the bed up around her and she stays there until bed time again!

This is an expected event every time we have house guest and needless to say, with all of my playing hostess and lack of sleep with the cat dealings, I am ready to ring her little adorable neck by the second day! The minute the guests leave the house, all is back to normal in Cheetah land! She lives by routine and anything out of the normal can set that cat off into orbit! Sheba loves house guest and is sociable to people so with Cheetah hiding, she does not have to compete for attention. She eats up the attention from everyone and she is good while we have company in the house. My parents will be here for a visit in early March and I am already dreading Cheetah’s antics…

Thursday, February 08, 2007 1:18:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Sandy, I feel your pain. The other morning I was running late for work and of course that's when EVERYONE has to cause problems. First, I woke up to THE SMELL. The one that instantly tells you there is a mess you don't want to clean up. Stella had diapoo. And she is such a good girl she always messes on the tile. Thank god for that. So I let everybody out and Oscar decides he wants to run off. I don't usually leash the dogs because normally stay. I should have known better. So I finally catch the little brat and get everyone back in the house. Mattie, who I had not paid attention to while we were outside because after all I was chasing Oscar, Decided that it was too cold for her royal highness to potty outside and found a corner in the extra bedroom. At this point I'm yelling that they are all going to the pound. So finally I get in the shower, leaving the door slightly open so they don't scratch and knock while I'm in there. Through the sound of the water I hear my favorite sound of someone puking. Of course it's Oscar. Mr. Sensitive tummy. I hadn't given him his daily antacid yet. I'm ready to pull my hair out and ship them all off. SO, House cleaned up meds given, I'm finally ready to walk out the door and realize, crap I forgot to put food in Jazzy's bowl and if I forget he eats my plants which is a whole other story. So I run into the kitchen, pull out the cat food container which I had filled up the night before, I guess I didn't put the lid on tight so when I start to pour his food, Yep you guessed it, off comes the lid and dry kitty food all over the counter. I wanted to cry!! Instead I set the container on the counter and left for work. Jazzy couldn't complain about not having food. Hubby wasn't too happy when he got home and saw the mess, because of course Jazzy had to play in it.

When I got home, my Hubby had taken pity on me and cleaned the house and cooked dinner. Of course they were good for him and had not done a thing while he was home.

Skeeter, have you tried to lock Cheetah out of all the extra rooms? She can still hide, but maybe the task of having to look for a place will tire her out and than when it's time for bed she will want to sleep. It's just a thought.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 2:58:00 PM  
Blogger jdt said...


You are not an evil mean doggy mommy. We all have days like that. Let me tell you, four pomeranians can mena crzy barking. My Abby has the most annoying high pitch bark, and anytime she hears anything she starts in, from her safe place under the bed. She loves to lay under our bed because then the other dogs leave her alone. We call it her safe place, but let there be too lud of a noise on the tv or a car door outside and she starts in. Well in turn, Zander decides he needs to bark too. Then that leads to Jake prancing (and I do mean prance, not run) in circles barking. And just when I am having one of those awful bad days, Annabelle (the spoiled baby, who rarely barks) joins in. This is just when I am home by myself. Somedays I just want to pull my hair out, I am constantly telling them it's nothing HUSH! Then when ever my husband is home it is constant barking. Zander is extremely over protective of me (I had him before I met my husband) so he only wants my husband to sit on the couch but not too close to me. So anytime my husband stands up to go to the bathroom, kitchen, etc, he immediately launches into this excessive annoying loud bark and tries to bite my husband as he walks by him. It is even worse when my husband tries to kiss me hello or goodbye. I feel lie we spend 1-2 hours a day just telling Zander to HUSH! Then there are the months my husband is on nights. Well, if it is one of his nights off, he will stay up really late in the living room as to not keep me awake, but that way he can keep with his sleeping schedule. My husband will always come into the bedroom to tell me goodnight as I am going to bed. Well Zander is always already in the bed and he goes nuts that Chris has come in there after we are in the bed. Therefore, when 2 or 3 am rolls around and my husband would like to come to bed, he ends up staying on the couch until I get up for work in the morning because he knows if he tries to sneak into bed that Zander is going to go bonkers! From this story, you may think Zander just doesn't like my husband, but that is the crazy part. When Chris does leave around 6 pm to go to work, Zander throws this huge barking fit as he is trying to leave and then he lays staring at the door making whining sounds for the next couple of hours, it is really quite pitiful to see and hear. He also has to be the first one my husband pays attention to when he gets home, but my husband has to be sitting down. Then in the evenings when we watch tv he cuddles with my husband and growls at the other pets if they try to get near him, but as soon as Chris stands up the craziness begins. I love Zander to death, but sometimes I think what a quiet household we would have if he wasn't there. Of course, I could never, ever part with him because he's my little man of the house!

Thursday, February 08, 2007 3:12:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sandy, you are not a bad Mommy. Cats get yelled at too. Jon is always yelling and bitching about one of them and I do my share of yelling and screamimg at them too. The puke up hairballs and sometimes when ther is food with it, it's harder to clean the carpet. Penelope and Courtney are the worst scratchers and have ruined our carpets in places and we had really good carpet. When Penelope poops in the floor Jon calls her sh--head and dumba--! Sometimes he adds another four letter word here and there too. It really is frustrating when Penelope poops outside the box when one of us has just changed it and it's nice and clean. I still think it's because she has IBS and gets bloody stools and doesn't want that in the boxes. I'm sure I could give you more exzamples but this will be enough for now just to let you know the cats do act up too, sometimes on purpose and sometimes not. Don't feel guilty!

Thursday, February 08, 2007 4:16:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

When Cheetah does her pacing from room to room bit, she is not going upstairs to the guest rooms. She is trotting through the living, dining, sun, bath and our bed rooms down stairs. She has been hiding under the covers asleep all day and has built up energy when it is time for bed at night so she wants me to stay up with her and play and give her all the missed attention from me being with guest all day long. The guest never hear a thing from upstairs and hubby usually snores through most of this as he is a heavy sleeper, well, that is until her heavy body walks on top of him! Then he wakes up to her and usually yells at her or tells me to get a grip on my cat. Now if Sheba walks on him, that is fine because in hubby’s eyes, Sheba can do no wrong!

And are you crazy even the dire mentioning of closing a door to a cat! That is totally forbidden in this house! All hell would break loose if we even thought of closing a door… Whew, don’t want to go there…

Thursday, February 08, 2007 4:30:00 PM  
Blogger Daisylouu said...

You most certainly ARE a bad dog mommy! I distinctly remember a night I spent sleeping in Tennessee with your "precious" dogs in bed with me, when you threatened to kill Zoe by shooting her in the %$#^-ing head. And poor Zoe didn't even cause the ruckus!! It's seems you're quite the testy woman when you are slightly sleep-deprived. And since I have custody of the pets if you should meet an untimely end, don't worry because I'm sure they'll get along nicely with the Boss's new chicky-poo and even become accustomed to relaxing in the jacuzzi.

I never yell at my pets (tee hee) and I thought us "yankees" were more uptight than y'all down south.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 4:39:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sandy, only a sister could get away with saying the things daisylouu just said to you,ha.
I'm not even going to attemp to write more tonight since I've typed several paragraphs twice today and both times all was wiped out by the danged server!

Thursday, February 08, 2007 5:57:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy Britt said...

Oh My God. I can't believe my SISTER told that tale. I was never so mad and I can't even remember exactly why. LOL. I really said that too! It's our Mother's fault because she spanked us as kids and screwed us both up. LOL.

My sis wasn't keeping control of the pack and Scooter was being a mean jerk to Peanut and there was growling and snarling involved and I think I marched in and said that. LOL. But in my defense, I had to put up with my family in my house--I think four of them for like four or five days. A miracle I didn't shoot them all! LOL

Thursday, February 08, 2007 11:16:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy Britt said...

Oh, and skeeter, I know they probably saw a squirrel, and every time they see one they act as if they NEVER saw one and it is some big bad creature they have to scare away. Besides the barking, they were just a pain in general, each coming in and out at different times and getting in my way and making me STOP what I was doing every 5 seconds.

Someone mentioned puking. Forgot to say I was awakened at 6 am by that sound! And I had just got to sleep at 2! Had to clean it up, then crawl back to bed. No wonder I'm sleep deprived! And Monday its to day shift and getting UP at 5. I'll be a mess for a long while! LOL.

Thursday, February 08, 2007 11:32:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

And people wonder why some of us refuse to have children. Having dogs and cats and a husband is sometimes more than enough to handle.

Friday, February 09, 2007 8:30:00 AM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Adrienne!!! You hit the nail on the head girlfriend!!! That sums my situation up nicely. It's so nice for me and Sandy to know we are not alone.

We should start a support group. Let's start thinking of a good name.


Friday, February 09, 2007 8:42:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy Britt said...

I forgot to mention something about MY sister yesterday. I might yell at my dogs, but at least I don't forget and leave a little bitty spit of a dog outside in the cold, frozen winter weather of NE Pennsylvania without shelter and upset my dear mother who is nothing but a joy to both her daughters. LOL.

Friday, February 09, 2007 10:15:00 AM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

This is why I'm thankful to be an only child! LOL

Friday, February 09, 2007 11:02:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Hubby, two cats and me…. In today’s world, it is hard enough to take care of animals, much less kids…. We are sticking to animals. We know where we stand with them!
I am sure in our older years we may have some regrets but for now, we love our animals and they are our children!

Friday, February 09, 2007 12:07:00 PM  

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Sandy Britt, an animal welfare advocate and volunteer with Clarksville rescue organizations, takes care of three dogs: Zoe, Scooter and Peanut; two cats: Catfish and Tarzan; and one husband, Glen, and according to him she takes care of them in that order.

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