Rough, rough night.
I think I'm mainly writing this for myself as it'll be too long for anyone to read. But if you do read it, bear in mind I'm not especially proud of any of it.
So today my friend came over to co-work and it was her birthday so I tried to make it special for her with cards and gifts and pastries and takeaway lunch. We went to her house at lunchtime with Pod to collect her dog then walked them together. Pod was being angelic. I mean a really, really seriously a good boy.
Then (and here was my first mistake) I said let's bring her dog back with us to mine so they can spend some time together indoors for a couple of hours (we're trying to get them comfortable in each others spaces as she and I spend so much time together). They both behaved beautifully and even had a nap side by side, but understandably another dog and another person and birthday noises and giant pizzas was all very exciting for Pod. So after they left Pod was in a very bouncy mood.
I was busy trying to stick these plastic things to the corners of the walls where his scratching habit has done the worst damage and Pod was podding around in the garden.
My second mistake was hearing a gate click, and looking out to see if it was Amazon man about to be enveloped in love by Pod, but seeing nothing so thinking it was my neighbour's gate (we all have the same gates). Anyway after a bit my phone rang with an unknown number. I almost didn't answer but thank god I did because it was a man telling me my dog had escaped. I apologised and thanked him about 800 times while running over the road where he'd stopped his car and was holding on to a frankly unrepentant Pod. He said Pod ran out into the road from between two parked cars and he'd almost hit him. I was SHAKING and apologising and the poor bloke ended up asking me if I was okay. I took him home feeling shaken when, completely delighted with his adventure, Pod of course begins vigorously shagging my leg and biting me while I'm trying to Google dog proof gate locks and shoving him off with my knee. DP, with his trademark love of exaggerating, saying in a slightly patronising way "You mustn't be VIOLENT with him, you need to distract him when he does that". At which point in my head I yelled "THAT'S BLOODY EASY FOR YOU TO BLOODY SAY WHEN YOU'RE NOT THE ONE BEING ALTERNATELY SHAGGED AND BITTEN EVERY FUCKING DAY FOR MONTHS!". Of course out loud I did not say that, I just burst into tears. Not because he was wrong, he was right, but I'm just overwrought.
So then we both took Pod out for his Poo walk to try to melt the frosty atmosphere, where Pod screamed at a Newfoundland (risky, that) and, because I'm a moron and was wearing only sliders, I trod on a huge dog poo in the dark which squished over the edges into my socks.
BUT to end on a tiny win, Pod's scratchy board arrived and he got the hang of it really quickly. I don't know if playing with it occasionally will actually curb his indoor scratching but it's done bloody wonders for his claws. We played with it for ten minutes and it's taken the overgrown bits off the ends.
Hey ho. He's asleep now and I'm.... Well, tomorrow is another day.