The Adventures of Bitey Dog!

I'll Definitely Not Be Getting "Mommy of the Year" this Year

September 14th 2013 3:29 pm
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Ugh. I feel so bad over this.

For the past week or two, poor Geordie has been having a really rough time with his allergies. For whatever reason, he seems to find the most comfort sleeping under my bed. I don't mind it, and it is kind of nice to have my little guy nearby.

He has been so itchy lately that I ended up finishing his bottle of hot spot spray, so I picked up a new one at the store. This one is thicker than the last and has kind of an oily texture to it. On top of using hot spot spray for him, I also started using an ointment the vet gave me to use if he has a skin infection of irritation. It, too, has an oily texture to it. Due to all the stuff Geordie has on his fur now, I decided that I really didn't want him scooting around under the bed. The clearance is so low that I wouldn't be able to scrub the carpet. Instead, I asked him to sleep in a different room (like he does the other 50 weeks of the year).

Last night, after I walked him for the last time, I could hear Geordie calling me to go to the bedroom and open the door for him. I pretended not to hear him and got busy working in the kitchen. He sat there and called for 51 minutes before he finally gave up and went to sleep. After I had finished in the kitchen, I headed toward the bedroom. Geordie had been waiting for me, and came running when he saw me. I pretended not to notice, and went to the bedroom by myself.

He sat outside that door forever, calling, squeaking, knocking for me. But, I kept thinking of all those Super Nanny episodes I've seen where you don't give in to children who whine when you try to get them to sleep by themselves. I was determined not to give in and teach my boy that persistent crying would help him get his way.

Finally, I could take it no more, and I left the room, pretending to need something from the kitchen again. My little boy shadowed me and kept bugging me. I reached down to give him a hug and a pet to assure him that I still loved him...and what did I find? He had managed to get a twig twisted in his fur, and it had shifted around so that it was poking him in the privates. Ach! I felt soooo bad!! My little boy wasn't whining to go to bed, he was telling me he was hurt, and I ignored him for over an hour! I am definitely not getting Mommy of the year this year. :(

(On the plus side, he forgave me and gave me wags and kisses in the morning!)

 
 

Leave A Comment | 4 people already have

Barked by: Fitzcairn (Dogster Member)

September 16th 2013 at 4:33 am

First the rice and now this. Geordie, you are racking up the treats owed in your favor!
Barked by: Geordie (Dogster Member)

September 16th 2013 at 4:14 pm

I know! Pretty soon Mom will owe me a whole banquet of "Thank You" treats!
Barked by: Fitzcairn (Dogster Member)

September 24th 2013 at 5:01 am

Aroooo! Congrats on being a diary pick for September 24th!
Barked by: Geordie (Dogster Member)

September 24th 2013 at 1:10 pm

Aw, I am blushing!


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