When You Just Want to Kill the Dog

       Oh My Fucking God!!!!!

       I really want to rip the head off of that fucking, psychotic dog. 

       Ok, a little backstory: 

       I live with my friend B. and his aging father S. S. has a toy poodle mix named Molly. When S. was younger he would bait her, trying to get her to bark and bark. If she asked to go to the bathroom he would encourage her to "tell" him over and over again until she learned to bark to get his attention and to keep barking until he put the leash on her collar. If someone knocked on the door he would encourage her to bark and bark until he answered the door and then to bark at the person who came in until they showed her attention. If she heard one of the family vehicles pull into the driveway he would encourage her to "tell" him someone was home until they walked in the house and up the stairs. And those are just a few examples.

       Another thing he has done is, since he's been retired, he has spent every single moment of his life while at home constantly in her presence and most of that with her in his lap or beside him, including in the bed. So if he leaves her, even to step outside and check the mail she pitches a fit. She cries and whines constantly until he comes back in, be it 5 minutes or 5 hours. She'll even have a panic attack if he is on the other side of a door from her, i.e. the bathroom.

       So to the current date:

       S. has Dementia. Part of his declining issues is his loss of short term memory and a lot of his long term memory as well. He also has a decided lack of patience with anything. He has forgotten that he created this monster and her constant barking makes him angry at her. Which also makes him want to ignore her. So she starts asking to go out and he tells her to be quiet and lay down and she ignores him and keeps barking and barking until he finally gives in and takes her out. For 15 seconds. 

       I don't know if he forgets why he is outside, or if she has already done her business, or what but he'll no sooner shut the door then he's  opening it right back up. And comes upstairs and sits down again. Which then means that 2 minutes later she is back to barking her ass off and he is arguing with her that she just went out. This will go on for 20-30 minutes sometimes. I feel bad for the dog but it still drives me nuts. Her barks are shrill and ear splitting.

       The worst is when he leaves. Dementia or not S. refuses to accept that he shouldn't be driving and B. has given up an arguing with him. B. has actually said, "Fine! Go off and kill yourself or someone else but that's on you not me since you won't listen to me or your Dr." Anyway, S. will leave and not take Molly or put her in her crate so for the next however long, until I finally can't take it anymore, she's having a very high pitched, vocal anxiety attack because "Daddy's gone and never coming home." Oh, and did I mention that in her neurosis/psychosis, she will try to maul you if you get your hand within 2 inches of her or S.? This makes locking the bars on her kennel  a skill of speed and dexterity.

       She has now also developed the habit of losing her shit, in an angry way, anytime S. stands up to do anything. Go to the bathroom, the kitchen, bed.... That is what prompted this little post. It's after 11 PM, B. is in bed with the flu, and S. decided to turn off the TV and go to bed. As soon as his recliner retracted she bolts out of his lap and begins her tirade loud enough to wake the neighbors let alone B. And if that weren't enough S. has to join the chorus yelling at her to "Shut the Hell UP!" All of which leads to B.'s dog Charlie, who is in my room, beginning to bark and my dog Freya seriously considering joining in. I managed to get Charlie quieted down before Freya added her alto. 

       But not Molly. It took the entire time for her to follow S. down the length of the house to his bedroom before she shut up. And his bedroom door is directly across from B.'s. I just wanted to go out into the hall and punt her into a wall to shut her up. 

       The final straw in this fiasco of a relationship between S. and Molly is that even if he is upset with her God Forbid that anyone else try to discipline her. I can't even tell her to get out of the trash can without him telling me to "let her be - she ain't hurting nothing." Then he will soften his voice and coddle her and give her some sort of treat because she is a "sweet little girl." She'll even bite him sometimes when he's trying to get her face out of his plate (he often times eats on the couch). If B. tries to punish her for it or even yell at her S. is right up there defending her. "She didn't mean it, she was only wanting a bite."

       Maybe I should re-title this post When You Just Want to Kill the Dog Owner. But even if I did that she would still be neurotic and I'd want to kill her too. I hope she dies before he does because if it happens the other way around she will never stop crying and whining in her abandonment.