Day 34: My little Baby Shark gets the F Bomb
- Samantha Knight
- Mar 8, 2022
- 4 min read
Updated: Apr 6, 2022
I am at the end of my tether with him. He really couldn’t be any naughtier!!
There are too many inappropriate pee and poop stories this morning to even begin…
I shall resist boring you with them all but I will tell you of just the one so you can appreciate why I have dropped the ‘F Bomb’ on this pup today! Shock horror I have finally run out of patience!! ….
A structural engineer is coming over this morning to take a look at my rear garden.
Whilst I’m frantically getting dressed inbetween cleaning up other morning incidents, I hear his car pull up on the drive. As I head to the front door still pulling my dress on I slip on a puddle of pee, slide into the cabinet by the entrance door stubbing my toe and making it bleed!
I open the door all smiles desperately trying to style out what was just something out of a comedy sketch! I think I’ve got away with it and we start chatting about the business at hand … THEN
I spot our guests bag on the floor, attempting to now pre-think this pups next move, I swipe the bag up onto the chair. The next accident avoided, or so I think.
Just as I’m engrossed in the structural drawings that are being shown to me I glance over my shoulder to see an absolute trail of bright yellow pee running from the conservatory, through the lounge and into the kitchen. It’s absolutely everywhere, it’s a river!
There is no ‘styling this one out’; but at that moment the chap wants to pop back outside to take another measurement. I literally have moments to grab the kitchen towel and get wiping up. Let’s hope he doesn’t want to shake my hand!
Yet AGAIN I am covering up for Lloris’s bad behaviour!!
I do know in my heart Lloris can’t control it. He doesn’t know most of the time when it’s going to happen. I keep telling myself he’s getting better with his control but in all honesty I think I’m just kidding myself and it’s me working out his pattern and just on occasions being better prepared to get him outside.
It is most definitely getting me down though. Not so much the cleaning it up. I have hard floors throughout so that’s pretty easy although the smell is something I’m getting paranoid about. I don’t want this to be my new signature scent!
I just want to be able to trust him, to take him places and I suppose…. I just want him back to how he was. A dog I can be proud of and not one I’m constantly apologising for. I feel terrible saying that. I know I’m so lucky here’s still here and has come this far! But it’s just so easy to keep wanting more more more from him.
We’re 4.5 weeks on from surgery, I’m praying this is not as good as it gets…. But who knows? No one seems to be able to answer this question for me.
Toilet antics aside we now progress with our working day!
Off we head to the office and we stop at the park for a quick run around. There’s no one around. He’s having a lovely time sniffing everything so I decide to let him off lead.
I have taken his ‘rubber balloon sock’ off today to see if he is still scuffing his foot! One positive of the morning is that his little toes have held up well. No bleeding grazes! so I guess his paw placement MUST be improving.
Oh what a lovely peaceful morning out here, I’m starting to de-stress.
Over the hill I see a huge dog heading in our direction. He is beautiful, sort of a grey and white version of a bull mastiff. I run to grab Lloris to put him on the lead but he’s off Like a rocket. Ignoring my desperate pleas for him to stop.
Before I know it the two dogs are at the fight. Entirely Lloris’s fault. Clearly he has ‘little dog syndrome’ today and he’s growling and ‘going for’ this huge dog.
The owner runs over and between us we are trying to defuse the situation. I could absolutely throttle Lloris. Where is my beautiful kind hearted little boy gone? Instead I have some little savage who is now apparently fearless even against the biggest of opponents!
There are apologies all round and no harm done but the shear panic of it all was enough to finish me off this morning and it’s only 10am!
Today will be his third hydrotherapy session. My plan is to initially complete six and then reassess where we are at.
So far, none of the things we are doing seem to be making any huge difference to correcting his bunny bouncing and weak right leg. I am hoping to see hydrotherapy have some impact on this … and soon!
With his naughty behaviour today I expect nothing but the same at hydrotherapy and he of course doesn’t disappoint me.
I felt like just dropping him off and having a nap in the car for an hour! If only!
It took all I had to tell him he was being a good boy and spurring him on whilst on the treadmill. Lloris and Good Boy do not feature in the same sentence today!!
He was of course trying to turn around and run out of the tank at every opportunity! All in all though he did well. He got up to non-stop running for 1min 30secs at a time, which I’m told is pretty good going.
He’s completely shattered as always afterwards and is struggling to keep his eyes open for the rest of the afternoon!
It’s an early night for us both.
As I tuck him in and kiss him good night I tell him “tomorrow is a new day” and I expect better behaviour!
”Sweet dreams - I still love you really!”
Naughty Lloris it’s a good job he’s bloody cute 🥰 I feel exhausted reading this blog - it will get better 4.5 weeks really isn’t a long time I know it must feel like it at times! Keep going you two 💖💖💖