so i've been taking care of three maltese dogs. two of them love me and one of them can't get over his owner. he's such a momma's boy.
i usually sleep with two of them. one at my feet and the other right next to me because that's where he likes it and he won't let the others near me. the third is too wild and can't sit still for more than a minutes so you can see why he doesn't sleep with me. anyway this morning i woke up to them barking fiercely. now this would normally not seem unusual because every now and then when they play they get a little wild but all it is is just dogs playing. well this morning it was right at my head. once again this would not be too abnormal on a regular day. i soon realized it was just ONE dog barking and growling like a mad dog right at my head. i looked up and there was home girl with a towel above my head. how the fuck did she get in the room and how come i didn't hear her come in? she said "i gotta take him some where." i said ok and turned around and went back to sleep. i hate when the dog is picked up and he's not comfortable with it. i feel his pain but i told myself he was going to the groomers which could possibly be where she took him but she's so fucked up she could have done anything to him. she almost threw her favorite one up against the wall a few nights ago. scary shit!
i hope he's ok.
i usually sleep with two of them. one at my feet and the other right next to me because that's where he likes it and he won't let the others near me. the third is too wild and can't sit still for more than a minutes so you can see why he doesn't sleep with me. anyway this morning i woke up to them barking fiercely. now this would normally not seem unusual because every now and then when they play they get a little wild but all it is is just dogs playing. well this morning it was right at my head. once again this would not be too abnormal on a regular day. i soon realized it was just ONE dog barking and growling like a mad dog right at my head. i looked up and there was home girl with a towel above my head. how the fuck did she get in the room and how come i didn't hear her come in? she said "i gotta take him some where." i said ok and turned around and went back to sleep. i hate when the dog is picked up and he's not comfortable with it. i feel his pain but i told myself he was going to the groomers which could possibly be where she took him but she's so fucked up she could have done anything to him. she almost threw her favorite one up against the wall a few nights ago. scary shit!
i hope he's ok.
