Pissed at Pup Deux

Some of you may have read the post in which I expressed annoyance with my (used to be much more loved) dog Chief.  He fell into second place when Tucker was born.  I swore it wouldn’t happen.  And then it did. I think Robert got a lot of satisfaction reminding Chief in Tucker’s early days that he was number two.  It didn’t even seem to bother him that Chief being number two meant that Robert’s status fell somewhere after that.

Anybody who has followed the news in the past 24 hours is aware that the east coast suffered varying degrees of disaster due to Hurricane Sandy.  Here, we experienced a continual downpour and some pretty high winds.  Which brings me to today’s grievance.  For whatever reason, my dog refuses to poop in the backyard.  And that means that we have to walk him every morning and every evening, regardless of Mother Nature’s mood.  Or ours.  Last night, it was my turn.  Before I was even able to leave the house, I had to listen to Tucker bawl while saying “I go Sheef” (I go with Chief) and proceed to wonder why I wasn’t helping him to put on his shoes.  Reasoning with a three-year old about high winds isn’t helpful.  So before braving the wind and rain, I dealt with this:

Fun.  I finally made it outside and Chief decided it was a nice night for a sniff:

And then, he had to mark his real-estate to ensure that whatever other dog may be out in 60-mph wind gusts knows that this tree is his (repeat this step about 13 times):

Finally, poop time.  Which, while trying to juggle the poop bag, the leash and the umbrella, the wind picked up and turned the umbrella inside out:

You’d think my dog might be grateful after that.  Especially since I took him out to the yard to pee and got soaked again right before bedtime.  But, no.  Chief was not only ungrateful; he was obviously expressing his annoyance at me for not letting him linger in the yard, because sometime between 11pm and 6am, he peed on all of the lower-level rugs and all over the floor.  I’m not talking about a little “oooh I can’t wait, I’ll just go a little” kind of mess, I’m talking about the kind of puddles that made it obvious that he figured “oh well, I already went, so I’ll just go again.  And again.  And again.”

Which is why Chief just pisses me off.  And also why I’m considering changing his position to number three.  Or four.