Buster has been absolutely horrible lately. Gus has a had a few accidents over the last several weeks and if Buster smells it, he pees and poops everywhere. When we got back from Thanksgiving last Sunday night, he had pooped and peed EVERYWHERE in the house (except of course in his litter box) over the 6 days that we were gone in Iowa. Multiple times in every room he could get into. He had even climbed on top of the microwave and pooped all over it and peed on the top of it, which then leaked into it; it had to be thrown away. I feel like I am in the year 1930 without a microwave all week (the new one was shipped Thursday so hopefully it arrives soon). So, this kennel is his new home. Even today when we let him out for awhile, when Gus had an accident, Buster within 10 minutes had pooped in four different rooms. It is disgusting. It is almost intolerable. And if Buster doesn't figure out how to cope with us pottytriaining Gus and eventually Hazel, he will be our pet no more. I am so fed up with the smell of kid pee, poop, and puke, and cat pee and poop, that I could just scream.
As Gus said when he saw this picture, "Messy gurrrrrl!"
"These. Look. So. Yummy."
Gus was upstairs alone for a few minutes and when I went to check on him, he had taken his step stool from the bathroom, moved it to the tree, and was taking down all the candy canes (that I had strategically hung just out of his reach).
Santa was at Walmart this morning. It was your typical Walmart Santa. Sitting on 12 packs of pop. Tatoo sleeves peeking out from under a dingy white long sleeved T shirt. Regardless, Gus did really good for his first Santa experience, he loved the free candy cane and told Santa what he wanted. That's all that matters :)