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Joined: Apr 2004
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I was right to expect the worst, day 3 and I've phoned my friend and told him we can't cope, I've booked Barnaby in to the local kennels, they can't take him till tomorrow afternoon though.
I'm doing so much shouting at him that Heidi is hiding away all the time, she's just not used to raised voices, and I'm just not going to have that, Heidi lives here and she is not going to feel unconfortable in her home.
He's scratched both wings rear on Mrs K's MR2 jumping up on it, marked the roof of it with his nails, broken a planter, chewed through a pair of shoes, fortunately they were old, dug holes all over the garden and he's constantly jumping up on the dining room table and backs of sofa's to look out the window.
I feel awful for not being able to cope with him, but what I'm really p****d about is the fact that people can have dogs, do absolutely nothing with, even though I've lent his owner books, and printed I don't know how much stuff off the internet for them. them and then they just expect other people to put up with them when they feel like a week away.
But the saddest thing is I tried to teach Barnaby to sit and as I raised the treat over heis head he cringed in front of him, so its plain the sort of discipline he gets at home.