Confessions of a multi-dog household
Sad, but true. These are all factors of my life living in a multi-dog household:
I can’t walk all the three boys at once. Okay. I suppose I could, but only if I could be guaranteed that we wouldn’t encounter another dog, bike, deer, cat, squirrel, stroller, or anything else that scares and/or excites any of the three.
Sometimes they get in fights. There’s only been one bad fight (Emmett and Cooper), but we have skirmishes periodically. Usually it’s between Lucas and Cooper over a toy. Sometimes it’s between Emmett and Cooper because Cooper is a master at pushing all of Emmett’s buttons to the snapping point. It’s never Emmett and Lucas. Hmm. Someone is clearly a troublemaker…
I spend large parts of my day picking up poop. Three big dogs = a lot of poop. In fact, our city charges for trash by volume, so I can quantify my poop picking-up job: It costs me $2 per week. For poop.
I spend more on dog food than I do on my food each month.
When one starts barking, the others join in. Then no one can remember who started it or, more importantly, why. So they continue just to make sure all the bases are covered. Most of the time I can tune it out. Sometimes I lose it. Oh, and when I meet people who live in my neighborhood, I’ve actually been told, “Yes, I know exactly which house is yours! The one with the barking!”
Those of you who live in multi-dog households, how do you do it? Are there any behaviors or habits you’ve learned to live with or ignore? Any tips or tricks I might be missing?