Have you ever seen the movie "50 First Dates" with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore? Well, not actually have seen it with them…you know what I mean. I think the little cutie patootie Miniature Dachshund, Tabby, we brought home from the Humane Society a bit ago suffers from memory loss issues, too. Who knows what she went through before she landed herself in doggie jail and then here. At first when she barked at Young'un when he came home from school I thought it was because he's goofy and needed to be barked at. I figured her barking at the Kid early in the morning was because she wasn't fully awake yet. Even barking at Hon when he came home from work was because he was late. Maybe it was because I actually had a hair cut…wore my glasses in the house…wore a fancy dress… The list goes on. She barked at me after I came back from voting yesterday. I was gone 30 minutes tops and came back a stranger. It's not that barking out of excitement to see us bark, it's more along the lines of, "Who in the world are you?," "You're not my family!," and "Get me outta here!" barking. Maybe that's why when we let her outside she would look at us, turn around, and high tail it for the road, which now has us walking her on a leash until a fence is up for her.
I wonder if Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer, has some insight. Hey Cesar, if you happen to read this, what in the world is going through my little fluffer nutter's mind? This enquiring mind wants to know and I can't understand a word she's saying. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.