A Buddy Tail Continued

It was hard getting used to Buddy when we brought him home. There have been some growing pains in the family and some lessons learned. 

One: He is an outside dog. Therefore he's not wholly comfortable being in the house. It's too hot for him. Plus, there's the added bonus that he lifts his leg and marks his territory INSIDE the house. This has happened three times to date, earning him the moniker of 'Kitchen Pisser'. 

I was completely unprepared for the ginormous puddles he unleashed. It's like he saved up all afternoon in the off chance he would be allowed in the house. Unfortunately, Ryan keeps letting him in the house, much to my dismay. 

Two: He was sleeping in the laundry room at night, and while it's raining during the day. This would be fine and dandy except that he tries to get out and scratches his paws down the vent in the door and whines a lot. He's noisy and after a day full of noise I can't stand any more. Plus if he's in there during the day, I'm effectively locked out of my laundry room. 

One night it was so hot in the house that Ryan put him in the garage where he could keep cool. Silence! Peace! Access to my laundry room! He's been living in the garage ever since. The dog is much happier, and so am I. 

Three: He is a destroyer of flowers. 

After all my hard work, he went and dug up my flower bed to use as a nest. I was steamed! Thankfully I was able to save all the plants and now know not to let him anywhere near there. 

Unfortunately, Ryan didn't get the memo. 

Not long after, he dug up the back flower bed too. Raging anger times two! Thankfully, once again I was able to save the plants. 

Four: His mouth was in worse shape than any of us had predicted. His abscessed canine tooth was beyond bad. Once removed, he was left with a gaping hole that had to be rinsed with saline solution many times a day. He ripped his stitches out and made the hole even bigger. It's been fun. 

The techs at the vet office thought I had let his mouth get into that bad a shape and gave me heck. I let them know he was a rescue and that it wasn't us who almost let him die of eventual blood poisoning and neglect. 

Now he's back on solid kibbles, mostly staying in the yard and seldom allowed in the house. 

For the moment we've decided to keep him, but I often think of shipping him off to Nanny's house.  Oh Kitchen Pisser, Destroyer of Flowers. What am I going to do with you?