D is for Vendetta

Dog: a despicable man or youth. (dictionary.com)

Just kidding, that is not the kind of dog I am talking about today.

Dog: a domesticated canid, Canis familiaris, bred in many varieties. (dictionary.com)

And to be specific, a black Labrador retriever named Gabie. She's been a part of my life for 12 years now, and I've loved her for as long as she's been in our family. However, she's beginning to show her passive-aggressive side in a serious vendetta against me. Here's the background.

Cat: a domesticated canid, Canis familiaris, bred in many varieties.(dictionary.com )

I happen to have a mixed Siamese/tabby with a raccoon tail and blue eyes. His name is Echo. I've had him for a year (but he's a year and a half). He's pretty much an a**hole and a baller rolled up into a ball of fur. When first introducing him to Gabie, she growled and freaked him out, but he is such a bad a** that she now succumbs to his mischief. They have known each other for about 6 months now, and even sleep near each other on her bed, but never cuddled.

Problem #1: On Halloween, I stepped out to get some last minute accessories for my costume. Upon my return, I smell a horrible stench in the house. I call out to my mother, only to find her in my room cleaning up a huge pile of dog droppings off of my floor. Apparently, she decided to take her frustration about the cat out on my floor! Either that or I was the one who forgot to let her out to use the restroom before leaving. Yeah, that was my fault.

Problem #2: I get home from a fun weekend with my college buddies to find a huge gash in my bed sheets. Immediately, I assumed Echo was the culprit since he constantly scratches the couch and my box spring. Upon closer examination, I discovered black dog fur all over my bed. I was too quick to point fingers; Gabie was the actual criminal (if you could ever call my sweet dog that). She'd slept on my bed!!! That just does not happen! When she "makes" her bed, she likes to scrunch up the sheets, and in doing that to mine, she ripped them. Geez!

In conclusion, I realize that Echo may not be the reason Gabie is pooing in my room and sleeping on my bed. She may just be old. And I still love her to death!