I like to think I have many talents (hehe), but forgiveness is definitely not one of them. I don’t really hold grudges, but I am not adept at forgiving and forgetting, as the adage goes.
Today, I get to practice the skill. Because Deacon was a bad dog.
Deacon and Maddox are the canine residents of the KitTeaCat household.
Both pit bulls, Maddox (the fawn) is 6 years old and Deacon (black) is 2. They are usually well-behaved dogs. Like most pits, they are fiercely loyal, playful, very energetic, and protective of their house and pack (both people and kitties!). They also both went through very long puppy stages in which they had separation anxiety that usually manifested itself by tearing the house to shreds. Pits are strong dogs, and if they put their mind to eating a pillow or two, the pillow is NOT going to win (Need proof? See below).
Unfortunately, Deacon’s puppy separation anxiety made an unexpected reappearance today. And the casualty was Maddox’s favorite dog bed. I walked upstairs to see bit of fabric and foam ALL OVER the bedroom floor. I haven’t felt so angry in a long time.
It’s not a terribly expensive bed. It’s a pain to clean up, but the floor needed vacuuming anyway. No, the thing that really, really made me angry is that it is MADDOX’s bed. She sleeps in it nearly every night. Now she’ll have to go without her favorite snuggle place for a few days until I can replace it. Not a very nice thing to do to your sister, Deac.
Grrr. I love my four-legged kids, but they sure can try your patience. I’ll forgive him. It’s hard to stay upset at that whiny, baby face. But I reserve the right to stay mad for awhile.
(This is an example of Bad Deacon from his puppy days. . . Pit Bull: One, Throw pillow: Zero)