As I sit here getting ready to say good night for the day, I stop to take the dogs out.
I am not sure if I have posted about Monday's issue. He is the Beagle and super cute. He has a bladder issue and often doesn't even make it out of his bed before urinating upon waking up. He knows it is bad and often tries to lick it up so he doesn't get yelled at. I think that shit is fucking gross, my wife and kids will rub his nose in it but I believe in training by love. So I just take him out and praise him when he uses the grass.
Needless to say, he is learning, not sure which method is working but I am 100% his favorite. I was even graced by his ability to hold it and bark at my feet to go out. Good puppy he is learning to tell me and isn't pissing in his bed upon waking.
I reached down to pick this little guy up to go out.
This little motherfucker pissed all over me upon pickup and started to lick my shirt. WHAT THE FUCK!
I can't win, taking all seven kids to the beach tomorrow with both puppies. I sure hope Monday doesn't get lost...............lol. Just kidding. It must be the dad in me, I wasn't even really mad. He at least told me he had to go out. I think I will have to have he checked at the vet the next time we go.
If you guys don't hear from me for a few days the beach got the best of my back and I am in bed.
See you all after I can get up again.