My days often start before the sun is up and much of my antipathy towards the dog is rooted in the number of times I've been walking to my car in the pre-dawn darkness and planted a half-awake foot in some unpleasantness she insists on depositing in the center of our driveway. Got a whole yard-full of grass but the only place she'll leave these bundles of joy is smack in the middle of the driveway.
Then there's the fact that she barks at everybody. Everybody. From two-year-olds to grandmas and everyone in between. Friends, enemies, red and yellow, black and white...she's an indiscriminate barker.
Got a new neighbor recently and I asked how he liked the area. "It's great except for that dog of yours. She barks at everybody." Tell me about it.
I should mention that she pees in the driveway too. Generally not too much drama on this one... unless it's rained. Then you have no clue which puddle is loaded.
Did I mention she's covered in mange?
The low point of my day (assuming I got lucky and made it through the driveway-minefield with no trauma) is pulling back into that same driveway after work to be jumped on by a frenzied, mange-covered dog. Why she's happy to see me I have no idea. Believe me, I give her zero encouragement (I can do the 'mind-over-matter' thing, but I just can't bring myself to pet mange.) And trying to keep her down is as futile as trying to keep her from barking... which, incidentally, is the only way I get a break from the jumping-on. Some innocent soul will walk by and she'll tear her mangy self off me and sprint after said innocent soul, barking up a blue streak. Based on their use of language, she apparently scares the innocence out of a lot of souls.
Not fond of the dog.
So yesterday, one of our neighbors asked if they could cook the dog for a birthday party they were planning. Not kidding.
My dear wife told them no.
She told them no.
I'll let you know when I recover from the depression.