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My name is Calla Vanderbogart. My fiance and I use to live in an apartment. I am 20 and he is 22. We live in Woostock Ga. Smokey is a yellow lab and is almost 1. Libby is lab/chow and is 3. Here is how the story begins. Brandon begged and begged me for us to get a dog. I finally said yes. So we went to the Pet store. We came home with a yellow Lab. His name is smokey. Have you seen the new movie Marley and me?? Well our dog beats being marley bad. We decided to buy a house since he got so big. The second day with lived in our brand new house he decided he wanted to break out of his metal cage and eat the window seal. Not just a little piece half of it. My dad had to come rip the rest out and build on a new one. When people ask who wears the pants we don't catch our self saying one person or the other we find our self saying Smokey does. I am not the only one who is sick of it my other dog is to. She is like a chew toy for him i am constantly ripping her leg out of his throat.When we cook he barks at us. when we touch the other dog he barks at me. When we eat dinner the whole time he barks at us. When we have people over we have to put him up or he will jump all over them. We can't leave anything on the counter or it will be gone. I have to hide stuff in the microwave so he can't get to it. When we try to watch a movie he wants to do whatever he can to get our attention. Tipping the trash over barking at the dog that is sleeping to make us pay attention to him istead of the movie.I find myself wanting to go to bed early so we dont have to yell or hear him bark. He will bark until you have a miagran or sick of yelling stop. Then of course he wins again. Like I was saying he is barking at me right now because i am typing and not playing. This is what i catch my self saying one time a week if not more "It's me or the dog!!" Please help us get doggy boot camp we are in desperate need of it?