Today, Mom sent me a pic of Aiden sitting on the couch. The corner of the cushion was chewed up.
She's always the one to catch Ozzy chewing on the couch. She never complains if Aiden shreds an entire cushion, but if Ozzy chews up a tiny corner, she throws a fit. (I guess I understand, she pays for it, he's my dog... then her dog can do no wrong...).
But I told her, "If you catch him chewing on it, swat him on the butt and tell him no." She told me she will not swat him, because he's her 'grand-dog.' I told her, "Okay, then quit complaining if you're not going to do anything about it." And she just said, "Okay."
...So she'd rather have a torn up couch than swat her 'grand-dog' on the butt? Really?
But she's going to put MOUSE TRAPS ON THE COUCHES. She's going to snap Ozzy's legs in half if she puts those things on the couch! I'll just get a pen or something and put it up with some toys and set him up somewhere while I'm gone, because I've been working longer hours lately.... Ughghghghgh! She's going to try mouse traps before a crate.
I'm so ANGRY.