scraps van dort linton the hound of blood and rank

who could say no to this face?!?!

 the dog by the way, not me. no one right? i didn't think so.
scraps was an awesome dog, until about the 8th month of my pregnancy. all of a sudden something in this precious animal snapped and he began to attack my other dog, bucky. awww shucks, scraps was fighting with buck because he knew something was wrong with me (i was miserable at that point) and he thought he had to protect me. that's what i told myself.
sooo, the rest of my pregnancy i was on egg shells that i was at any moment going to be refereeing a dog fight and getting bit in the process (which totally happened).
i just knew that when i finally had the baby and was back to normal that scraps would snap out of it.
wrong answer.
he growled at kade for about 2 weeks initially and then seemed to adjust pretty well and actually kind of liked him. wrong...again.
me-"asher? what is that smell? it smells like dog piss."
asher- "that is because scraps pissed"
thank you captain obvious! scraps had indeed pissed, on my baby's bouncer. next came his diaper bag, then his diaper pail, then his swing, some miscellaneous toys, and i think you've got the picture now.
11 months later here i am, finding myself still scrambling around with clorox wipes, mops, and brushes readily available at all times.
well, tonight...when he looked me right in the eye, lifted his leg, and peed on my living room chair the camels back not only was broken, it was OBLITERATED!
i've put him all over facebook, contacted a pug rescue group, and sobbed about it.
this dog is making my job so much harder and i'm just completely at a loss...
moral of the story...if all else fails in regards to a bad dog...give up.