I gave them rules. I told them how Keitra and I want OUR dog to be treated. This made the third time. And what happened to the list of rules I gave them? They didn’t even read them. Just left them sit on the table and probably threw them away.
I would love to be able to take Foxxy places and have fun with the dog we paid well over $500 for. I’d love to take her to an obidence class and get her to a good level of calmness and activity. Unfortunately, it’ll never happen while I’m living with my parents.
See, instead of following the rules we left for them (the main rules being no baby voices, don’t let her get so excited because she pees when she’s excited [which they see as perfectly fine], and make her walk beside/behind instead of in front when on the leash), they don’t bother following any of them. And it’s almost like they purposly don’t follow them because they don’t think dogs like foxxy (small and cute) should have rules. They think it’s ok if she’s jumping on people, jumping on the furniture, nipping (at human or animal), peeing when excited, and pulling on the leash. All of this is cute to them when it’s foxxy. But when it’s sam, their dog, these behaviours are not acceptable and they punish Sam.
So tonight I take foxxy out to pee, and dad is waiting at the door when I come back. First thing he does is calls her over, gives her the baby voice, “come here little foxxy girl! How’s my foxxy girl? How’s my little baby? I don’t get to see you much anymore and that makes me sad!” like he’s trying to guilt trip me or something. I was happy to see she wanted nothing to do with him, of course until he gave her treats. But even then she didn’t really care. She just did it to get away from him.
I can’t take this much longer. When we didn’t live here, they would call and ask if we could bring Foxxy up so they could see her. It wasn’t “hey come up for a visit” it was “hey bring foxxy for a visit. I guess you can come too.”
I’m waiting for them to ask me why I don’t let her go out there with them.
I hate feeling this way. But when dad sits in the livingroom or bedroom and cries because he didn’t get to visit with foxxy today, it’s just too much. He’s obsessed. I don’t know what to do.
