At the end of his rope (and mine)

Jojo is our adorable Beagle. We got him from a neighbor who was hurt after the little sweetie pie pulled her and she slipped on some ice. That was the end of her rope. We thought we'd be nice and take him off her hands. Sometimes I wonder if he's part jack rabbit. He leaps all over this little motorhome. And he is always at the end of his leash, sniffing the ground and pulling to get whatever it is he smells.  We had him for about two weeks when my husband needed to leave on a business trip for a week. During those two weeks, Duane had been home all day, working on his computer, and keeping little Jojo in line. When he left, I was left in charge. However, I go out to work every morning. I need my sleep. I only have so many hours in a day to take care of doggies. Angel and Chuck, our schnoodle (schnauzer/poodle) and pug, are both 11 years old and very mellow and easy to care for. Jojo demands a lot of attention.  After work last Tuesday, I walked and then fed the dogs. They all seemed ready to go to bed, so I did not take them for another walk. BIG MISTAKE! Jojo did his business inside on the carpet. I got mad and put him in his crate. He scratched and yowled as beagles do for hours. Finally, around 4:00am, the noise got so loud he woke me up. I got up and took him out, but I noticed a foul odor from his crate. Looking inside, I saw the mess. Yuck. He must have been really desperate. I felt so bad.  After he was done outside, we came in and I sat on the pot.  While there, I noticed Jojo squatting in front of me and doing MORE on the carpet. Ugh.  So I got out the cleaning supplies and the carpet cleaner and at 4:30 am, I was cleaning all the carpet. Then Jojo and I got into bed. Yes, I put him in my bed. I felt so bad about neglecting him earlier. Then I set my alarm to the time that would give me the longest amount of sleep time and the shortest amount of get ready time.  When I woke up, about three hours later, Jojo was sound asleep on the bed. But, as I got out of bed, I found more "presents". At some point, he must have slipped off the bed without disturbing me. Great! More cleaner on the carpet. More paper towels wiping it all up. Good thing I am a professional house cleaner and quick, because I was only 10 minutes late for my first client. Of course, my hair looked awful, so I put on a hat, which only works as long as the hat is on. When the hat comes off, my hair looks even worse. Oh well, my little old ladies really don't care about that.  So, anyway, I am at the end of my rope with Jojo. We HAVE  to find another home for him, hopefully one with a yard and kids. Some place where he can run and romp and have a good life. Living with a couple of old folks in a motorhome is definitely not the right place for him. Btw, I looked at his papers and he is a pedigreed pooch. His family is full of champions.  He cost his original owner $600, but we got him for free, so we can give him away.