Sixth sense
You know what six sense is? It is when you are responding to an email, talking on the phone, and also getting pinged on IM by another colleague, when you feel this sense under your skin that something is amiss – you sense Loca is not tearing apart a plush toy near your desk and you’re not quite sure where she is but you hear some monotonous continuous sound. So you peak downstairs and see her ripping to shreds the circular IKEA rug that you have just put down because she has pee’d on the remnant rug so many times it stinks no matter how much Nature’s Miracle you rub on it and so it had to be thrown away. BUT you can’t yell at the top of your lungs because you are speaking to someone about a project so your insides which were whispering to you are now yelling and ready to kill this dog – but instead you quietly hang up the phone and look the dog in the eye and remind her she is a rescue dog and just like she came into this house, she can go out of this house, so she has one more chance and THAT’S IT!