So it's 9:00, I'm laying down with Maria so she can get to sleep when I don't hear it, the digging, his pan of food moving along the rocks, his tail hitting the house, his howling, his barking...OH CRAP!!
Yup Tommy, aka Tom Tom, was still in his crate. I don't even want to share with you the amount of hours he was in there but I feel terrible. I could have sworn Riley let him out this morning but it's my fault, I was home sick today and didn't even notice.
Maria finally fell asleep at 9:15, I run to the garage door and there he is standing in his crate, wondering what he did wrong. He looked so sad, so defeated and he was dancing, more like prancing because my poor boy had to pee. That's right he did not pee in his cage, he did not poop, he just held it, he just sat there waiting and waiting.
He'll be staying out tonight to enjoy the night air and I'll be calling the animal humane society on myself, no need to do it my loyal followers.
the worst dog mama ever
|As a puppy|
|A Big Boy 2009 ( I don't even have a current picture of him, I suck!)|