I am really upset right now, so please understand that I am communicating from an emotionally distraught place, and try not to judge me too harshly.
I watch rogue like a hawk. My mother accuses me of being a helicopter parent, and chastised me so much for using a house line that I felt like I needed to stop using one middle of last week.
I swear I saw rogue running the opposite way when my brother and his wife left our house last night. Then mom asked me where rogue was. I checked the bathroom where my mom had left the door open, I checked the laundry room where my mom had left the damn door open, I couldn't find her.... Then mom looked outside and saw rogue shivering out there in the dark. If this had happened in the day time I know she'd have been dead in the street. Mom seems unconcerned, said "look, she was right outside the door. She knows where to be. Its not a big deal" (How idiotic is that?) and I am just murderously furious with her, and my brother, and myself as well. I just can't believe this happened and I don't know what to do with all these negative emotions.
So I don't feel like I can trust my mother with the dog anymore. She refuses to keep our downstairs area safe for rogue. She has a habit of piling trash up past the top of the can, which rogue just started getting into, but she refuses to stop, as she believes that doing it the right way WASTES TRASH BAGS. She finds it amusing when the dog drags her shoes around, as she is unable to grasp how the icemelt chemicals are harmful to rogue, and do accumulate on the shoes.
I just want to take rogue outside all day in order to keep her safe, but its too cold. I can keep her in my room, as its safe in here, but there's not enough room for her to run. Its just not fair to her.
I am a ticking timebomb, and rogue's heartbeat is the deadman switch. If something happens to her, there will be blood. It can't happen again. Not even once. No close calls. I don't know what I can do to keep her safe, but until I have a better plan, Rogue is going to have to pay the price for our negligence, because I'm not letting her anywhere near the door again unless she's in my arms, or in a case. I'm going to have to crate her when I take meals, and showers. I don't know what else to do. How can I keep my girl safe /and/ happy? any ideas?