The Big Move

Well, since me and baby bear (Henleigh) moved, she has progressively gotten more rotten. She has bitten me countless times trying to play, she growls more, and she eats Piper's hair (my cousin's Golden Retriever). She doesn't want to have anything to do with staying inside the crate now, and whines relentlessly. She is a grade A turd.

She challenges me daily, chomps everything, chases air and Piper's tail, and tries to snatch hamburgers off the table even when someone is watching! She stuck her head in the trash can, grabbed a pork chop out, and ran furiously to escape the wrath of mommy for being bad. She tries to eat the leash when we walk, but not only hers, oh no, Piper's too. Not only does she want free, but she tries to free Piper by chewing her leash too.

So far I have come to the conclusion that my dog has a strong resemblance to the temperament of Jekyll and Hyde. One minute she is pillaging the house and the neighborhood, the next she is laying in my lap panting and licking me gratefully for petting her. And she has horrid, horrid, horrid gas. My dog needs therapy. I think it runs in the family.