I'll never forget my vet saying to me on Tux's very first visit when he was only a few weeks old, "he is the most self-conscious dog I have ever seen before." Of course he is. Only someone in my family would have a dog that's neurotic and going to have anxiety over whether someone likes him or not. Awesome!
I promise you guys, this dog is out to destroy me. He is without question on assignment from the devil to make my life miserable until he or I end our time here on Earth. I say he or I because I am not actually sure if this dog is ever going to die so I am not about to make the assumption that he will go first.
Jarrod and I have spent time researching on the Internet how long our breed of dog typically lives. As luck would have it.....it's FOREVER. Not to mention, in my infinite wisdom, I made sure I got an AKC Certified dog that was pedigreed. Amazing!
Now - it probably sounds like I am being harsh.
Here's the truth...
He's cute as all get out. He's protective and loves us to death.
He doesn't lick you or hump your leg. Actually I have trained him to be asexual. He's like a monk.
It's really awesome. Because that makes me sick to my stomach.
The reason I dislike him, he urinates everywhere. He has like a back-up bladder ready for combat at any moment. I will take him out, he comes back in, and runs off and goes somewhere in the house. Then I get to explore and see what his special spot is today. When I tell you that I have cried "why God?!?! Why me?!?!?" a thousand times, I'm not kidding. It's visions of Scarlett on the hill at Tara.
But we love (hate) him and we are making it work.
Here's my actual reason for blogging about him.
I picked him up from the groomer the other day and was trying to take his picture on our way home. (which let me interject here and just mention that this DOG gets his hair done more than I do and my sister is a hair stylist. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE!!!) He looks so cute and I wanted to try to get a good one of him. The problem is, he's scared of me when I take pictures of him. I used to think it was the noise that the camera on my phone made but I started silencing it and he still gets scared.
He won't look directly at me. But he wants me at least in eye-shot. You know - because he's paranoid. So he will sort of peek at me.
I have to surprise him if I want a shot of him actually looking at me.
Here is what I am talking about......
I promise you guys, this dog is out to destroy me. He is without question on assignment from the devil to make my life miserable until he or I end our time here on Earth. I say he or I because I am not actually sure if this dog is ever going to die so I am not about to make the assumption that he will go first.
Jarrod and I have spent time researching on the Internet how long our breed of dog typically lives. As luck would have it.....it's FOREVER. Not to mention, in my infinite wisdom, I made sure I got an AKC Certified dog that was pedigreed. Amazing!
Now - it probably sounds like I am being harsh.
Here's the truth...
He's cute as all get out. He's protective and loves us to death.
He doesn't lick you or hump your leg. Actually I have trained him to be asexual. He's like a monk.
It's really awesome. Because that makes me sick to my stomach.
The reason I dislike him, he urinates everywhere. He has like a back-up bladder ready for combat at any moment. I will take him out, he comes back in, and runs off and goes somewhere in the house. Then I get to explore and see what his special spot is today. When I tell you that I have cried "why God?!?! Why me?!?!?" a thousand times, I'm not kidding. It's visions of Scarlett on the hill at Tara.
But we love (hate) him and we are making it work.
Here's my actual reason for blogging about him.
I picked him up from the groomer the other day and was trying to take his picture on our way home. (which let me interject here and just mention that this DOG gets his hair done more than I do and my sister is a hair stylist. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE!!!) He looks so cute and I wanted to try to get a good one of him. The problem is, he's scared of me when I take pictures of him. I used to think it was the noise that the camera on my phone made but I started silencing it and he still gets scared.
He won't look directly at me. But he wants me at least in eye-shot. You know - because he's paranoid. So he will sort of peek at me.
I have to surprise him if I want a shot of him actually looking at me.
Here is what I am talking about......
At one point I think he lost his mind for a minute and actually look at me and as you can see below, his face is saying, "why do you keep tormenting me so?"
I'll never forget, years ago, I had a cleaning lady and she was vacuuming in the living room. I was in my bedroom doing something and all of this sudden, the vacuum turned off and she yells "oh no puppy." I run in as fast as I can and he is pooping right next to where she is standing. I look over and notice that the vacuum is no longer plugged into the wall. I asked her what happened and she said, "I guess he doesn't like the vacuum so he ran to the cord and pulled it out of the wall with his teeth and then ran over to my feet and started pooping." Ummmmm - I'm sorry....what did you just say?
Our cat, God rest her soul, (she didn't pee) loved to torment him. She would stand in front of his food bowl so he couldn't eat. He was too scared of her to do anything about it. It was hilarious. She actually got him to go into the laundry room once and then nudged the door closed and stood in front of it. I watched the whole thing play out from my living room. He started barking and she didn't move a muscle. Man we miss you Tizz!
He's all bark too. He sounds like a ferocious dog when someone comes to the door. He would never hurt anyone but it sounds like he would, which as the wife of a shift worker, I actually appreciate. But Jarrod likes to open the door to random delivery people when Tux has been viciously peering at them through the window and say "get 'em Tux." Now - I know that sounds sort of mean-spirited but we know he isn't going to do anything. He weighs 12 lbs dripping wet. But the looks on the people's faces are priceless. I don't know. I don't do it. Jarrod will have to answer for that, not me. ;)
So for all of you that love your animals and take them to dog parks and put them in your family pictures..........Tux is abused and needs rescuing stat! :)










