Over the past few months (years) Margot and I have been discussing (read: fighting) over getting rid of the dog.

Bailey is about seven years old and ever since she was a little puppy has been riled up, barks constantly, and jumps on people. Then there’s the part about her escaping with every oppurtunity, not listening when called, and crapping and peeing on the floor and carpet.

I think my tolerance during this pregnancy has dwindled and I constantly feel like I’m yelling at her and angry when she jumps on or off of me and my belly or goes to jump on a little kid. I find it unacceptable.

A few months ago I threatened to take her to the pound and be done with her. However, Margot said that she would take her to the vet and get anti-anxiety meds.

That hasn’t happened and today Bailey jumped out of the house and went missing for a good 20 minutes. I tried to follow her and catch her but the reality is…big mama isn’t moving too fast these days and I’m not about to dive for the damn dog!

So after calling Margot and sitting down on the steps frustrated and cursing that little bastard….Bailey finally came up next to me and I put her leash on.

In the next few minutes I’m going to take Bailey to the vet so that we can try to get her medicated in hopes that she will calm down and become a good dog.

Next stop is the pound.