When I wrote the OP, I was upset because my fiance had gotten irritated at me because she'd ran off downstairs and pottied and I'd forgotten to clean it up. That was my fault too.
I love my dog. I took her out of a s**tty house, a place that wanted $350 for her and didn't even know she had a huge hernia. I would not hang onto her if I thought that my house was a bad place for her. I have always loved yorkies, and always wanted one, and I thought I knew what I was getting into when I got her, as far as housebreaking goes.
She doesn't really chew things. We have a child, they are good together. As soon as I wrote this post, I sat down in the chair and Sasha came up to me with big old googly eyes and curled up for a nap on my lap. If I'm crying, she comes running. She can be on the other end of the house and I can whisper "sasha" and she flies down the hall towards me.
She is a good girl. I'm okay with toughing it out. I'm just frustrated, and venting, because I don't want my house to stink and I don't know what else to do. I'm not getting rid of her yet. So any other advice is more than welcome, but mainly I'm just venting. |