Urritating

Dogs. I love them. I work with them on a weekly basis and I have one at my side constantly. He is my baby boy. On the other hand there is my brother’s dog, Pugsley. Big surprise of originality he is a Pug. Punched-in faced, bug-eyed Pug. My brother “rescued” him about 9 months ago. My parents and I thought it would be a good companion for my brother for when he first moved down here. He had been wanting one ever since he was a kid. We took the dogs home and with in hours of getting to our newly carpeted home, Pugsley had peed three times. This was just the beginning of the urine tales. For months the dog hiked on everything, from the walls to the couch and the most irritating thing was my pillow. As the urinating continued for months and training techniques had failed, my irritation increased while my patience was exponentially falling. It seems like every time I come home to rest my head I have to inspect my pillow, my blanket, everything in my room. I will come into my room and do the inspection, I scream and throw a fit if I see that yellow ammonia scented stain. Staring at me. Mocking me for being a dumb forgiving human being. The bile in my stomach rises and thoughts of harming even killing the thing come over me in flashes. My brother always apologizes, but for that type of invasion it’s just not okay. I have tried convincing him to get rid of the dog, but he continues supporting the thing. Fearing that is was him that failed the dog. I guess he doesn’t have to wash his pillow cases every time Pugsley decides to show where his territory is.