We have a nervous dog who's also pretty stupid. Just being honest.
Each day is basically a countdown until she shits or pisses on the floor. She never got the hang of going out on the lawn so we use the dog pad paper things for her to go on. However since such things are against a dog's nature, she only goes on them at select times. Like when someone is around and she wants to win their affection (or dog treats) by shitting where they want her to sh*t.
About 15 minutes ago I made my way downstairs to make some whole grain bread toast and peanut butter with my side glass of milk. I smelled something bad.
f***! I came down to make food before going to bed, not to pick up sh*t! So I didn't, f*** it, let it stink up the house, let someone else do it, I'm tired of picking up sh*t.
The dog shits more than I do, and in bigger amounts. She's a small dog no longer than my forearm. I swear to the devil it's true. I sh*t like once every two or three days and not in big amounts. She shits at least four times a day I'd reckon and it's always ridiculously huge. I'm not in charge of feeding her because I'm too much of a hardass and I'd only feed her when she was REALLY hungry, not when her greed for food showed its head. And I'd only give her enough as to fill her belly and keep her alive and kicking, and no dog treats. So everyone else gives her way too much food, more than she needs. So she's also fat.
Basically she's an overweight dog who shits all over the carpet and pisses all over the carpet. Our dining room carpet is totally ruined by sh*t stains for thousands of shits she's shitted. So is the room she sleeps in. Luckily the room I abide in most of my days has a strict no sh*t policy and the few times she's sh*t in here I gave her a smack she would remember.
Perhaps mean ... I don't disagree, and cruel since the dog does not understand and it is only her nature to sh*t and piss when she needs to and where it seems perfectly OK to do so, but I don't care. I don't like a shitty carpet.
She's about four years old I think. How can I stop this nightmare? Seriously, my life is like a David Lynch film. Worse. Lynch would not last five minutes in my reality.
