When there is an ill person at home, and your primary job has become caregiver, everyone’s life changes. Even the dog’s.
Missy is having to entertain herself more and more these days. In doing so, she has discovered that rabbits live on the golf course, just on the other side of the fence. She has become fixated with “catching dat rascal wabbit”, and that is why she is dressed in a “donut”. This keeps her from squeezing through the fence.
The other oh-so-annoying habit she has developed is barking. She barks at the golfers; never did before. She barks at the neighbors. Always did. She barks at imaginary things that she smells on the wind. She barks when people arrive, and when they leave. So, I now get to add “dog wrestler” to my list of daily activities.
I would marry the dog whisperer if he would just show up at the door. I used to pray for “the Millionaire” to come to the door. Now, it’s the dog whisperer. And, I’m trying not to kill the dog. So, I thought, perhaps if I post about this and go on record that I’m about to kill the dog, everyone will write guilt-laden comments on my site, and straighten me out.
Thank you for the opportunity to confess. I’m better for it. Feel free to write. If anyone has advice regarding barking that does not involve an electric-shock collar, I would love to hear it.
THAT’S ALL FOLKS!