Today I am feeling low in myself and sad. Briefly [as I can]. My friend of 50 years has been a rampant alcoholic for the past 20 plus years. She acquired a little Pomeranian about 7 years ago. She got it from Dogs Trust. It was a gorgeous little fella, very well trained. House trained, had good manners did not try and eat the food from your plate etc.
My friend being alcholic, did not bother to let the dog out to do it's abolutions. So, the poor dog started going in the Bathroom and on the carpet.
I was furious at the time, but I was trying to speak sense to a drunk woman. I spent a lot of time bringing down food and treats and bringing said dog for walks. It is an hours walk from where I live.
She smokes one ciggie off another and in general is lazy and I often had to bring the dog to the vet with various ailments. She used to depend on me to buy the Worm/Flea medications.
She is now in Hospital with Dementia. In good faith, I took the dog from her brother. Yesterday.
Not a great time when I have 2 more biopsies ahead of me but I decided to go ahead as the dog had been left alone in a house, with dried food and stale water. The thoughts of that made my stomach churn.
He arrived last evening at 4pm. He was distressed and had been indoors with no social company or any type of a walk or run. I took it for a 45min walk through a tiny park and it was like it had never seen a bird or a tree. It really did enjoy itself. My reason was also to relax the dog and tire it out.
I fed the Dog 'Basil' the best of food, it had been living on cheap dried food I also gave it fresh chicken. It scoffed the lot. About an hour later I let it out in the back. It went to the loo and marked a few trees.
Fast forward ~ last night it barked and barked to get in to my bedroom. I relented because it was scratching the door down and slept with it's previous owner. It was infested with fleas, [did not realise] and scratched until the legs bled. It barked at any noise all night, kept at me for affection.
5.am this morning, with no sleep, I let the dog out to pee. The dog did so, but while I was having a cup of tea, it cheerfully did a turd on my Duvet cover, wiped it with it's paws in to the duvet. Pee d on my Pillow and the cover [it's a memory foam expensive one ] plus on the carpet it pee d several times, and also did 3 other turds. This morning it kept scratching at my midriff for attention and that's where my operation scar is. It looked at me and pee d again in the livingroom. The Cottage is tiny, and yes, wooden floors are needed in livingroom but not because a dog is using it to pee and poop.
I was totally stressed out. I knew the dog is too old, I feel it has been abused for too long. How many times have I considered calling Dogs Trust to take it back ? Anyway I phoned her brother who cleverly bullied me in to taking it. My gut feelings were telling me no, and my heart felt so sorry for this poor creature. My friend will be in hospital for months. the Duvet, I could not use again, or pillow.
So, Dog has been returned. I felt a sigh of relief but cried. as I felt a failure. I have always been great with animals. I just could not hack this.
Animal lovers will hate me for this but try and remember I am getting over an operation and have other issues going on biopsies etc., and not feeling the best. However had the dog been anyway socialised I would have kept it and given it a good home.