Mason Did What?
I’ll start by recapping my last blog. I was on my way to having that fantasy we all dream of as children. The marriage, kids, and white picket fence, however in my case the marriage was a relationship with a woman, the kids were dogs and the white picket fence was a cement floor patio. It was all good never the less. I was finally able to get another dog for company for GG. We named him Mason. Mason was a fluffy little crossed eyed dog that deceived my partner with hugs and kisses. GG ignored him no matter how he tried to cozy up to her. She would just move to the other side of the room and watch him. I wonder if she was waiting for him to touch her toys so she could drag him across the floor like a mop. I thought I got the evil eye for leaving her on the weekends to go out but the look I got now was worst. Mason didn’t do much but sleep and try to snuggle with you. I made sure when GG was looking I didn’t touch him for long because the evil eye was worst than the why is he here look. Every look of hers seemed to get worst than the one before or maybe it was my imagination. I didn’t crate train GG so I figured it was no need to do it with Mason even though my partner K thought we should. Well, we let them have run of the house while we were at work, this was a big mistake. I would get home first and ever time I walked in the house the mess was worst than the day before. We forgot boy dog peeing everywhere, torn training pads and chewed furniture legs. It was horrible. I figured out that K was staying at work just so she didn’t have to clean up the mess. Why didn’t I think of that first. Our relationship was going to hell with arguments about Mason. GG would just look at me with a who told you to bring him here look. I could scream. We took Mason to the vet to get fixed, which I hoped would stop some of his bad behavior. The vet said he was still kind of young for the procedure but she would do it because he was well endowed. What the blank did that mean. Was she saying he was a baby making machine or what. I just looked at her with a blank look not knowing what to say. We slept upstairs with Gg. She slept at the end of the bed on top of the cover. We bought Mason a crate after awhile because the stress of coming home to a mess was to much. We were going let him sleep in his crate at night. Mason cried all night and me having to get up at 3am for my commute made me not a happy camper. We tried putting him in his crate during the day but his crying was so loud we thought someone would call animal control. I mean he was loud and it probably seemed louder at 4:45am when I left for the bus. We had a nice comfortable couch I mean those cushions were so soft your butt sank right in. We had to throw it out because Mason thought it was his fire hydrant. The couch was maybe 2yrs old only and K was not happy. Mason had one paw out the door. We then decided not to crate him but to put up a gate across the kitchen entry way. We were hoping he would not cry if he wasn’t confined, well one night we were upstairs watching television and out of nowhere Mason was coming up the stairs we had for GG to get up and down from the bed. I can’t tell you to this day how he got over the fence and up the stairs. I’m only beginning with Mason’s escapades. You’ll have to read next week for more of his shenanigans. Have a safe week