First, I had to go to a meeting with a HR consultant regarding the issues at the office. The meeting went smoothly and was over in a half an hour. The HR lady basically asked me questions about work: how I felt, what I experience, what would I change.... that type of stuff. Then, she had me "grade" an employee which was really uncomfortable! I don't like to judge people.
After the meeting I had this over-whelming feeling that I needed to go home and check on the dogs before heading into the office. We have one Pit Bull and one Weimaraner. Zoie, the PB is 4.5 years old (give or take) and Hans, the Weimaraner is 14 months. We adopted Hans when he was 6 months old and he has been a handful ever since. Granted he is a really smart dog, but he is also a terror. He suffers from separation anxiety and can't be alone. Ever. When we would leave for work we would have to kennel the two dogs together in the garage because the neighbors complained about his barking when he was outside. But once it got colder outside we moved them into the laundry room. At first the both did really well. We were happy that we finally found a place for them while we were gone! Since Hans likes to chew EVERYTHING we could not leave him alone in the house, and he likes to dig, so the back yard was also out of the question. About a month ago my DH came home and noticed that Hans had chewed the knobs off the washer and dryer. After the anger wore off we tried it again. Today was the LAST straw. I came home, opened the laundry room door and saw this:
So now, Hans sits in a kennel at the humane society in hopes of finding a new home. I cried when I found out that my DH took him to the pound and left him there. But what else can we do? I feel like we tried our best. He deserves a better home. We are not as active of a couple as he needs. I don't blame him for ruining our things when we leave him home locked up for 5+ hours a day and when we don't run him as often as he needs. But, he had to go. The stress he was causing me was not good. He never listened to me; only to my DH. Hans was his dog. So, you can only imagine how hard it was for him to take Hans and leave him. I feel horrible for all of us, including the washer! I have not been able to stop crying. All I do imagine him sitting in that cold kennel all alone, wondering where we are. I can't stop thinking that he is feeling abandoned by us. He was. I miss him. But I know this is best. Isn't it?
WTF!?! How did he pull that washer all the way away from the wall, open the door and eat the rubber!? The dog is a machine, I swear. My husband was right, if I hadn't come home when I did, he would have pulled that washer clear out of the wall and our house would have flooded!
Happy Mother F*cking Valentine's Day to Us! UGH!
On the bright side, I received beautiful flowers delivered to me at work, a sweet card and Thai food!