I’ve decided my dog is a spoiled brat. Don’t get me wrong, I love him to bits and pieces, but I’m starting to think he’s a dog only “a mother could love.”
I’ve come to this conclusion after my brother watched Moose this past weekend while I drank wine and played slots. Apparently the dog was a huge pain in the you know what. He was whining and crying and stealing phones, glasses and remotes. All signs of seperation anxiety and its because he’s OVER loved by Joey and me I suppose that he doesn’t know what to do with himself when we aren’t around. But then who am I kidding, he acts up with us too!
I had dreams of a well behaved obediant dog. I still have hope that Moose man will become that one day. But somewhere along the way we dropped the training ball, so for now Cesar Millan’s book is back on the nightstand and I think maybe I should read it this time.