the Dalaverse

Oh my god, dog, WTF!

Riley is the problem dog. He won't go up the two steps from the sunken living room to the hallway. He'll go down the steps, but not up. Like a cow, but the opposite. So you have to pick him up and hoist him up those two steps. We've done this several times already. But for some reason, he doesn't want to let me pick him up now. I know if I try without his cooperation, he'll bite me. He just stands there and cries and looks pathetic. I tried tempting him with treats, putting pillows and a blanket down over the hardwood - nada. It's fucking frustrating for all parties involved! And the dumb mop just jumped up on the couch (twice the height of the steps, I might point out) to sit next to me!

Gahhh. I suppose we will watch TV in here for a little while, then. I'l just be banging my head against the coffee table. My dog may be fucking weird, but he's not this neurotic.


ETA: I'm seriously about to cry right now, I don't know what the fuck to do for this dog. It's gotten to the point where I don't even care if he bit me, but if I made him bite me then he'd REALLY never come near me again. FUCK. Seriously, I am at a loss. I cannot leave this dog in this room to cry all fucking night long.


ETA2: OH JESUS EFFING CHRIST WE GOT UP THE STAIRS. THAT'S IT, NO MORE LIVING ROOM FOR ANYBODY.