Messages From This Side of the Bridge
June 3rd 2012 10:00 am
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My family has known for some time now that I am somewhat challenging. As a doberman, I am genetically predisposed to emotional sensitivity, prolonged childhood, and the ability to vocalize. These special qualities have endeared me to my family, but lately I have tested my mom's patience. I nearly put her into an exorcist-like head spin when I obsessively lick my foot and bite my toenails. I've created a lick granuloma on my foot, but she says it is the sound of my large licks and nailbiting that puts her over the edge. But, last night, I topped the cake! They were out all day grocery shopping, and when they got home I rushed outside and gobbled up mouthfuls of grass. They just thought I had indigestion. Yet, when it was quiet and all were laying down around the t.v., I threw up. But the disappointment could not have been stronger when mom found the dish sponge among the contents of my vomit. Why is she so upset? Doesn't she know I feel better now? I just don't understand humans.