Somebody shoot me...

OK - so we've got this dog. You can read about his beginnings here. Needless to say - he came back a week later.

I feel bad for the dog, he's been outside, traumatized, all that. So I cut him some slack in the training department, at least until the weather is warmer. Which it is now. I get a little hook up thing for outside - put him on it - he's got like 20 ft. to run around. His response? To chew up the new sod and leave holes in my grass. And when I let him back in the house? He promptly shits in the place that I just cleaned up the last shit that he did. And pees. Wherever he wants. Once? He peed on my couch - but that was because the babysitter scared him.
My house? Now smells like ASS.

I might kill the dog. Anyone want a Chihuahua?

Oh yeah - he eats shoes, too. And one time, a pair of underwear was halfway downstairs and I know I didn't do it.

Fucking dog.