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So, just got back from my once-a-year-husband's-family-tradition of renting a home by the beach for a week. Its supposed to be a nice getaway, but this year...was bad.
Oh dear lord, bad.
My two brother in laws both bowed out, which sucked, because I like them, and they're fun. My sister in law isn't so bad, but we have barely nothing in common, and her kids are....yeah. You'll hear about that in a minute, anyways. Add in that sister in law recently divorced her husband (who I loved to pieces, we had a TON in common and we always hung out with him every year)
So this year it was just her family, my father in law, and us. Shouldn't have been so bad.
Except, the house we rented apparently just did a big overhaul, to nicen things up. Revamped the furniture, deep cleaned the carpets, new floor mats, added some pretty wicker tables, stuff like that. They also changed the policy to no pets.
Sister in law, having put the rental in her name (we all sent her checks for our share), had reserved it a month before the change. Paid the pet waiver, and didn't contact the company after she saw the change in policy. As she put it "I paid the waiver, their own fault, they can suck it up." I protested, nothing I could do about it though. I seriously have been considering though, calling up the realty company and letting them know they need to check that place over BIG TIME.
And brought her brand new puppy. Who is not housetrained.
Puppy was the first main issue, and an insane source of stress. She peed EVERYWHERE. And by everywhere, I mean, we were constantly cleaning our feet because we'd found a new spot Puppy had peed on. Puppy also pooped everywhere. SIL and my nephew and niece were supposed to be responsible for cleaning up, but it soon became apparent that they were used to just leaving things like this, and were annoyed at the constant "she peed over here, guys...". At one point, Nephew decided to yell at me that I'd better start doing my share of cleaning up after the dog. I made it crystal clear that it was NOT my decision to bring the dog, they knew full well, and they were going to clean up after it. Nephew yelled at me a bit, and then hauled his butt out of the room when I got fed up and started walking towards him. (In all honesty though, niece wasn't as bad as being annoyed, she was just obviously used to not having to do a thing about it.)
I may be short, but I roll good intimidate checks, and he knows I'm more than willing to tan his hide.
So anyways, puppy, besides the peeing, and pooping, chewed on everything. Remember that wicker table I mentioned? She tore it UP. SIL turned the table around and said "they won't ever notice, by the time they do we'll be long gone."
The Big Incident With Puppy came after I'd gone on a small shopping trip, and returned happily with homemade baklava from a local bakery. I'd placed it in our room, shut the door, and made my way upstairs to check my email. Since they were trying to keep Puppy upstairs, there was a gate at the top of the stairs, which I double checked and shut. Nephew walks down right after I go up, I don't think anything about it.
Until I hear a crash a few minutes later.
I look up, and notice Puppy is gone. Nephew is back upstairs, absorbed in Runescape, and says "Not my problem." I run downstairs, and the worst has happened. Nephew left the gate open, and Puppy got downstairs, coincidentally at the same time my youngest went looking for me and opened the door to our room. Puppy bolted straight in, and started tearing things to pieces.
She'd ripped open our toiletry bag and scattered the contents across the room, chewed on the corner of the dresser, and gotten into a set of MLP posters I'd just bought. Claw marks through them, chew marks, you name it. The worst though, was that she'd gotten up on the bed, peed on my husband's pillow, and then eaten the baklava.
I was livid.
I picked up Puppy, threw her outside into the hallway, slammed the door shut, and proceeded to cry while I cleaned up the mess. SIL popped in, realized what had happened, and apologized. Nephew, however, refused to care about it, and just went back to Runescape.
Didn't end there, though. After my good cry, and cleaning up stuff, I went upstairs, to see Nephew ignoring the puppy as she'd climbed up onto a table, and gotten my cell phone. Which she was chewing lustily on.
After I yelled and swatted Puppy on the rump for it (not a hard swat, trust me, I've had dogs, she probably didn't feel SQUAT), Nephew rounded on me and started screaming that I needed to leave her alone, that I was an animal abuser, and that its not HIS responsibility to watch her.
Uh, yes, ITS YALLS DOG. IT DARN WELL IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.
Nephew and I just kinda faced off at that point, until his mom walked back upstairs, and we both just walked away. Wasn't the last time I'd have an issue with him, though, oh no.
/twitch twitch
I'll finish this a bit later, recalling this, and typing this, has totally given me chest pains, yes, this whole shebang was THAT stressful. This is sorta cathartic though. /twitch
Oh dear lord, bad.
My two brother in laws both bowed out, which sucked, because I like them, and they're fun. My sister in law isn't so bad, but we have barely nothing in common, and her kids are....yeah. You'll hear about that in a minute, anyways. Add in that sister in law recently divorced her husband (who I loved to pieces, we had a TON in common and we always hung out with him every year)
So this year it was just her family, my father in law, and us. Shouldn't have been so bad.
Except, the house we rented apparently just did a big overhaul, to nicen things up. Revamped the furniture, deep cleaned the carpets, new floor mats, added some pretty wicker tables, stuff like that. They also changed the policy to no pets.
Sister in law, having put the rental in her name (we all sent her checks for our share), had reserved it a month before the change. Paid the pet waiver, and didn't contact the company after she saw the change in policy. As she put it "I paid the waiver, their own fault, they can suck it up." I protested, nothing I could do about it though. I seriously have been considering though, calling up the realty company and letting them know they need to check that place over BIG TIME.
And brought her brand new puppy. Who is not housetrained.
Puppy was the first main issue, and an insane source of stress. She peed EVERYWHERE. And by everywhere, I mean, we were constantly cleaning our feet because we'd found a new spot Puppy had peed on. Puppy also pooped everywhere. SIL and my nephew and niece were supposed to be responsible for cleaning up, but it soon became apparent that they were used to just leaving things like this, and were annoyed at the constant "she peed over here, guys...". At one point, Nephew decided to yell at me that I'd better start doing my share of cleaning up after the dog. I made it crystal clear that it was NOT my decision to bring the dog, they knew full well, and they were going to clean up after it. Nephew yelled at me a bit, and then hauled his butt out of the room when I got fed up and started walking towards him. (In all honesty though, niece wasn't as bad as being annoyed, she was just obviously used to not having to do a thing about it.)
I may be short, but I roll good intimidate checks, and he knows I'm more than willing to tan his hide.
So anyways, puppy, besides the peeing, and pooping, chewed on everything. Remember that wicker table I mentioned? She tore it UP. SIL turned the table around and said "they won't ever notice, by the time they do we'll be long gone."
The Big Incident With Puppy came after I'd gone on a small shopping trip, and returned happily with homemade baklava from a local bakery. I'd placed it in our room, shut the door, and made my way upstairs to check my email. Since they were trying to keep Puppy upstairs, there was a gate at the top of the stairs, which I double checked and shut. Nephew walks down right after I go up, I don't think anything about it.
Until I hear a crash a few minutes later.
I look up, and notice Puppy is gone. Nephew is back upstairs, absorbed in Runescape, and says "Not my problem." I run downstairs, and the worst has happened. Nephew left the gate open, and Puppy got downstairs, coincidentally at the same time my youngest went looking for me and opened the door to our room. Puppy bolted straight in, and started tearing things to pieces.
She'd ripped open our toiletry bag and scattered the contents across the room, chewed on the corner of the dresser, and gotten into a set of MLP posters I'd just bought. Claw marks through them, chew marks, you name it. The worst though, was that she'd gotten up on the bed, peed on my husband's pillow, and then eaten the baklava.
I was livid.
I picked up Puppy, threw her outside into the hallway, slammed the door shut, and proceeded to cry while I cleaned up the mess. SIL popped in, realized what had happened, and apologized. Nephew, however, refused to care about it, and just went back to Runescape.
Didn't end there, though. After my good cry, and cleaning up stuff, I went upstairs, to see Nephew ignoring the puppy as she'd climbed up onto a table, and gotten my cell phone. Which she was chewing lustily on.
After I yelled and swatted Puppy on the rump for it (not a hard swat, trust me, I've had dogs, she probably didn't feel SQUAT), Nephew rounded on me and started screaming that I needed to leave her alone, that I was an animal abuser, and that its not HIS responsibility to watch her.
Uh, yes, ITS YALLS DOG. IT DARN WELL IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.
Nephew and I just kinda faced off at that point, until his mom walked back upstairs, and we both just walked away. Wasn't the last time I'd have an issue with him, though, oh no.
/twitch twitch
I'll finish this a bit later, recalling this, and typing this, has totally given me chest pains, yes, this whole shebang was THAT stressful. This is sorta cathartic though. /twitch
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