Does that look like the face of a crazy dog to you? I mean, I know she’s got a serious goof ball look, but not CRAZY?!?! Right?
Wrong! My dog is losing her shit right now. For the second night in a row I have come home to find her in the front yard waiting for us. Not good as both nights we left her inside the house.
She has been our dog for nearly three and a half years now. She is somewhere between four and five years old.
We rescued her from the Denver Dumb Friends League because of her gentle disposition and how absolutely loving she was. We had seen her picture on their web site and went the next day to meet her. We loved her. We adopted her.
She hadn’t been spayed yet, so they took care of that before they would let us bring her home. I picked her up straight outta surgery and she came to our house and slept for like four days straight. She laid right next to the bed and was angelic.
It appeared to us that although she was an Australian Shepherd mix of some sort she didn’t shed at all in the beginning. She also didn’t bark. We weren’t sure how it was possible but we had mistakenly thought we had adopted the World’s Most Wonderful Dog Ever. We love her to death, but boy, were we ever wrong.
About a week after we got her before we realized that her post-surgery hangover was wearing off, we left her locked in the kitchen. We came home from work to find that she had clawed her way into a bypass bathroom and into our bedroom. For whatever bizarro reason we had also closed the door from the bedroom into the living room so after she completely dismantled the bedroom (including pulling everything down in the closet and knocking over and killing the TV [exhibit A] ) she ATE A HOLE through the bedroom door [exhibit B].
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Luckily Ciaran had a Kindergarten Thanksgiving project due that week and we were able to salvage some of her destruction and help him create a pretty cool turkey [exhibit C].
Exhibit C
They had told us at DDFL that she did not like being kenneled. I thought they were crazy and I intended to kennel train her to get this crazy behavior under control. She proceeded to dismantle every kennel we put her in from the inside out. Instead of Sadie we should have called her Houdini.
It got so bad that one day we came home to find that she had climbed on top of a dresser and flung herself through a plate glass window that was protected by security bars. The dog was nuts.
We started leaving her outside and she seemed fine with that. Then we moved into our current house. She found every possible way out of the backyard and once tried to follow my van the way I had driven only to be picked up a few blocks away by a very nice person who returned her crazy ass to me.
That’s when I found Aly. Aly had posted an ad on Craigslist as a dog walker. I called her in desperation. She showed up with her dog Clementine [exhibit D] who is basically Sadie’s sane twin sister. The one that didn’t get locked in the attic and left to escape by any means necessary. I am thoroughly convinced that whatever happened to Sadie before we got her directly involved being somehow abandoned in an enclosed place that she had to break free of.
Exhibit D
Anyway, back in the good old days when I had a job that paid real money, I hired Aly and Sadie got regular play dates at the park with Clementine. Then my job changed and Chris’ job changed and we were home all the time and I didn’t have a job that paid money so unfortunately Aly and Clemmy got cut from the budget.
And everything was fine until last summer. Sadie developed a hatred for our mailman and one day when we were all gone, she tore through the accordian-ish side of the window air conditioner so she could get into the back yard to bark at him louder.
Then she did that again. Then again. Until I rigged it so she couldn’t jump through there.
Then she was fine. Until yesterday.
Yesterday, while the boys and I were out to dinner, she climbed on top of the headboard of my son’s bed and ate through the cords on a wooden blind to make a hole big enough to be able to push her way out the screen. And she was in the front yard waiting for us when we got home.
I felt guilty for neglecting her (Chris has been gone for nearly 2 weeks now and I have been busy doing my job that pays no money and driving the boys to a million baseball games) so this morning I got up early and took her on a long run. Then took her on a long walk tonight before we left for the Rapid’s game.
And tonight I came home to find her once again in the front yard. We had left a side window open, in the kids’ room, over the other kid’s headboard and she had eaten through the cords on the wooden blinds to make a hole big enough so that she could jump up and push her way out through the screen into the dog run.
AND THEN, she dug a hole under the fence next to the rose bush RIGHT NEXT to the window in the dog run we built so she could watch the comings and goings of the front yard whenever she wants.
So tonight I gave her a benadryl to calm her poor nerves. And since it’s obvious she doesn’t like it when Chris is away for extended trips, we now know who gets the dog if we ever get a divorce.







