Monday, September 27, 2010

Stess: All Time High

Thanks to my dog. Miley might look cute and innocent but she is awful. Absolutely awful.

We have had Miley for a little over five months. I believe she will be 1 in November, atleast that's what the vet is estimating. So, I know she is still a puppy. I know she is going to have puppy habits. But seriously, this girl is going backwards instead of forward.

I should have known she was going to be hard to break her bad habits. From the very first weekend we had her she broke out of Danny's mom's fenced in backyard and ran through someones house....twice.

Next, she likes to dig. I can't even let her out in the backyard alone...because it would look like this if I did.


She refuses to sleep past 7AM. This morning I was dumb enough to think I could "play dead" to trick her. Except she probably thought I was really dead because she decided to get into everything in the bedroom. I can't leave our bedroom door open at night because she will a) eat the blinds if she knows a cat is outside b) not sleep at all and stare out the back window...and bark...constantly. 

Even the day we had Miley spayed she was getting into trouble! The girl just doesn't stop! She jumps when she is excited, she apparently can climb into my sink and get forks (and she broke a wine glass this weekend.) and one time she got on my kitchen table. 


Miley doesn't understand "no," "stop," "don't do that," or anything like that. She constantly needs someone touching her. She will bark for hours on end...not wanting to play, pee or eat. In the past two weeks she ate 2 of my bras. She ate some of the flowers my Mom sent me, five minutes after they were delivered. She seems to get angry when I rearrange, putting dishes in different spots, she has attacked my table centerpiece twice since I completed it less than a week ago. She has chewed my computer adapter, two phones, cell phone charger and an electric razor charger!

The best part? She doesn't do this when Danny is home. She is "Daddy's little princess" when he is around. She is the devil when it is just the two of us. I am sick of not getting anything done during the day because I have to cater to her every need (don't tell me to ignore it, you haven't witnessed her barking. And I don't want to get thrown out of my apartment because my dog is disturbing people.) I am fed up.

Every suggestion you guys have made, I've tried. We have a crate (I tried not to use it as a punishment, however..sometimes I have no other option), clicker training (she thinks its a toy), a laser pointer (she's not dumb, she knows we have it in our hand), backpack (that might be the only thing that works), puppy daycare (she has been a few times, I think it's made her stronger and awful to walk on a leash with), I could go on and on. You suggested it..I've tried it.

My final thought? Separation anxiety. I think this dog needs medication. And if she doesn't...I might. I'm losing my friggin mind!

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