I am upset!

 I am so upset I am not thinking clearly.

The Fatty Pup keeps destroying my flower plants. My beautiful flower plants who give me so much joy when the first rays of the sun allow me to gaze at their beauty. I talk to them as I water them in the evenings, and they bloom for me in the mornings.

Nothing seems to work except to keep the Fatty Pup tied up at night. By the time I decided to tie her up, she had already systematically destroyed 10 flower plants. This is her special night-time activity. She has been tied up at night for about a week now, and my remaining flower plants have been safe.

Since I intended to keep her tied up until she forgets the plants (if that is ever possible), I bought 4 new flower plants over the weekend to replenish my dwindling stock. They were not flowering when I bought them. On the third day (yesterday), they bloomed for me.

Last night was no different. I lured the Fatty Pup with treats (food is her greatest weakness) and then tied her up. I got up at 6 this morning as usual to release her. To my horror I found her on the loose. I felt my reflux and heart palpitations coming on. Then I saw the massacre. My 4 new flower plants, just beginning to bloom, tattered and torn all over the garden. Earth from the flower pots strewn all over the garden.

I cleaned up the mess in the garden in the dark; all the time not fully realising the horror before my eyes. Maybe I didn’t want to fully see it; hence my activities in the wee hours of the morning before the sun arose. I hardly slept last night as I am becoming increasingly busy with work, with the result that I woke up this morning with a slight headache. Upon seeing the slaughter, my slight headache quickly became a hammer knocking my skull so I had to take panadols early in the morning, before breakfast, and before jogging. I wasn’t in the mood for anything but what the hell. Life goes on. I really didn’t know how I got through the day.

When my housemate came home I asked her whether she released the Fatty Pup and she admitted this, with the excuse that the Fatty Pup was making so much noise in the middle of the night. The Fatty Pup is tied outside and in front of the house, nearest to my room. I am a sound sleeper but not that sound. For example, I can hear the alarm clock, and my handphone ringing, no matter how deeply asleep I am. If the noise was bad, I would have heard it first. Plus, I didn’t sleep very well last night because I had a million (work related) things in my head. In short, I don’t believe my housemate. She has a soft spot for the devil Fatty Pup.

In my anger I told her that I will then tie Fatty Pup in the backyard, again at a place closest to my room. When I had a chance to cool down a little bit I realised this was a useless plan. Fatty Pup and her big sister grew up in front; she is not used to the backyard, her big sister (who unsurprisingly dislikes her) will never stay with her, and in her loneliness the Fatty Pup will keep not only my housemate, but the whole neighborhood awake. Hence, I abandoned this idea.

No one cares about my problem. I don’t even know why I’m surprised. Most people only care about themselves. Why would they care about plants and dogs?

So what to do now?

A few options:

1.           Drink beer. It doesn’t solve anything but it’s always a good idea.

2.         Give the Fatty Pup away. Perhaps a long-term solution, but I need a solution tonight.    My feelings about the Fatty Pup changes from day to day. Today I really don’t like her and wouldn’t mind giving her away. Tomorrow? Today I regret adopting her. I had 2 best dogs and when they died I should never have adopted again. But tomorrow?

3.           Tie the Fatty Pup at her usual place in front, housemate be damned!

4.           Tie the Fatty Pup at her unusual place in the backyard, housemate be damned!

5.           Tell my housemate with the Dumbo ears to get ear-plugs.

I am carrying out Option No. 1 as I write this. Work tomorrow be damned. I have also carried out Option No. 6: I apologised to my remaining flower plants for failing to protect them from the evil jaws and paws of the Fatty Pup, and I said goodbye to them with many tears.