mosey ate his bed.

warning, this post will probably be really long, random, confusing, and a lot of ranting. so pretty much like most of my posts but whatever i don't care. anyway, i took mosey to the vet yesterday. by myself. it was terrible. i felt like a single mother. okay i don't exactly know what that feels like, but i imagine that it somewhat gave me a little idea of what that would be like. and i mean it wouldn't have been that bad, but he was so scared to get his shots this time. i don't know why. he jumped into my arms when they brought the shots out. his back legs on the table and his upper body hanging over my shoulder. then after he got his shots he wouldn't let me put him down. so i held him in my arms like a baby. i can't lie, it made me feel pretty special. but he is getting pretty big now. 27.6 lbs to be exact. so it's not exactly easy carrying him around.

after he got his shots we stayed at petsmart to get some supplies. mosey has eaten his bed. no i am serious, he ate his bed. there are a few remnants left of it. so we decided we should probably get him a new one. one that is indestructible. so i found this bed that is called a KONG bed. and it looked awesome. it actually looked more comfortable than my own bed. and the reason that i loved this bed the mostest was that it said "CHEW PROOF" . awesome right? well i grabbed the bed, and a bunch of other treats for mosey and made my way to the checkout. i quickly realized that i should have grabbed a cart. but it was too late. i had moseys bed and leash in one arm, and a 4 different types of treats and a frisbee in the other. i don't know how i did it. but then mosey decided he wanted to get tangled up in his leash. and by tangled up i mean he had it wrapped around one leg three times. not even sure how that is possible.

so i stood in line with 3 people in front of me.  and if i bent down to help mosey get untangled, i would drop everything. the lady in front of me had a baby and some animals, and she managed to be more composed than i was. i looked at her and said, " i should have gotten a cart." she kindly took off and grabbed me one. what a nice lady eh? anyway, i was finally at the register and mosey was going crazy. the lady was trying to ring me up and mosey was trying to chase other dogs. the lady at the register said i could hook mosey up to this leash thing they have while i paid her. i tried to hook him up. i hooked him up part way, and he started knocking down everything around the register. i didn't know what to do. i kept apologizing. after i paid the lady for the very expensive indestructible bed and yummy treats for my dog with my birthday money, she said to me, "i don't know if you have heard about our puppy obedience classes, but here are some schedules!" i was all, "i promise he is not always like this!" and then she felt bad for saying that and i felt bad and we were like it's all good and got over it and i attempted to make my way outside to my car.

phew. so we get home. and i put mosey's awesome new luxurious indestructible bed in his kennel. then i put him in there. and leave some of his toys outside of it by his water, and then shut the little fence thing we have surrounding his kennel. this way he can still get some water and has a little bit more room to play. then i went to lay down. because lets face it. that was exhausting. and being crampy and hormonal at the same time didn't help. so i laid in bed for a while watching " i didn't know i was pregnant". then i decided i should go see how mosey is handling his new bed.

i walked out into the kitchen. and there is brown cotton filling everywhere. his new bed is out of his kennel. he dragged all of his toys back into his kennel, including a folded towel and had them all lined up perfectly. mosey had chewed threw the indestructible chew proof bed. and i sat down around his kennel and cried. okay i didn't really but i was pissed. he managed to open the zipper on the bed and ripped the insides out. so technically i guess the outside of the bed still might be chew proof, but they didn't warn me about that damn zipper! apparently dogs can open them. and the filling of the bed is not chew proof. so i shut him in his cage and immediately raided the cupboards for any chocolate. i ended up making a smore in the microwave, eating a milky way and some m&m's, more than a few fudge oreo rings.. (OMG have you tried them? they are so good!) , and 2 pieces of toast with jam on them. then i remembered that lots of my pants aren't fitting anymore and i probably shouldn't have done that. i am not saying i am fat so don't feel like you need to comment and tell me that i am not. i am just saying that the pants that used to fit me aren't fitting so well anymore and i need to do something about it. and eating all that probably wasn't going to help the situation.

anyway, mosey stared at me eating. and i stared back at him. and he looked deep into my soul, as if he knew that i was going to regret what i did. and i looked deep into his soul as if he was going to regret eating his new bed. then sean came home and found me in a sugar induced coma in bed. i tried to tell him the story about the bed and how mosey behaves so much better when sean is around and mosey doesn't like me as much and so sean went out there and sprayed the corners of mosey's bed with this bitter apple stuff. but mosey was all "really? you think that is gonna scare me away? i like bitter apples." so mosey got drunk off this bitter apple spray and apparently continued to chew through his bed in the night in a drunk stupor. and when we woke up, sean took it away from him. mosey is on probation until further notice. he is also getting neutered in 2 weeks. paybacks a .........

in case this post gave off the wrong kind of vibe about my dog... i still love him very much... i just need to teach him how to love me more than sean... just kidding. sorta.