Me: Hello Tom: Hi Allen its Tom. Me: Oh hi Tom, its been a long time. (Tom and I dated a few years ago.) Tom: Yes it has. I was calling to let you know I have a new puppy. (Tom knows I have a thing for puppies.) Me: oh wow you do? what kind is it? how old is it? Tom: Its a Terrier and its 8 weeks old.
Me: aww I bet its cute. Umm Tom? Tom: yeah Allen Me: Where are you keeping him while you are at work? Tom: "I have a crate"
Me: WHAT!!! What do you mean you keep him in a CRATE?! Tom: ah Me: How would you like it if I crated you and gave you food and water and left you there for 12 hours? Tom: Well..... Me: I am being serious here! Tom: Sorry Me: A crate was designed for people to transport their animals in, NOT for your puppy to live in for 60 hours a week. You need to leave him at least in the bathroom. Tom: No then he will crap on the floor. Me: And your point is? That is your responsibility as a pet owner to do. A puppy needs room to play and jump and run, a bed to sleep in. Plenty of food and water. Not what will fit in those little cups that comes with the Crate. Tom: Well I read.... Me: I don't care what you read. The fact is, you are gone 60 hours out of the week and you expect a puppy to sit there with nothing to do for that time you are gone. Where is your brain? Tom: He has toys Me: And where is he going to play with these toys at? Tom: Lets change the subject. Me: No lets don't and just say we did. You need to find a doggy day care. Tom: That will cost money. Me: Yeah? Tom: I don't want to spend more money on him. Me: Fine dont spend anymore money oh him, that is fine, just keep him in the bathroom, or even in the kitchen. buzzzzzzzzzzz is all I hear on my end of the phone. He hung up on me.
So now I am here upset that he is going to do this to a helpless puppy. Locked up in a crate for 60 hours a week. I will call him later this week after I cool down and maybe it will sink into his brain.