Fritz is reminding me why I nicknamed him "Dinner". He's been stationed, sprawled on the second last step in our entrance hall barking incessantly for the past three hours. Where the heck is the Dog Whisperer when I need him? Seriously, this dog is incorrigible. Too lazy to constantly pull my backside off the couch I let it go on for two or three minutes before yelling - in my most authoritative top dog voice - for him to
shush. That buys me a few more moments before I have to go on a recon mission and wear him back to the couch like a furry accessory. I plunk him at my feet ... or maybe I should say I wrap my feet around him tightly as he squirms to escape. He forgets he is a prisoner for a bit and I feel him relax under my grip. Just when it looks like he is about to doze off I ease off the pressure. Duped! My sly little conniver bolts for the front door and resumes hyper little yappy dog persona.
He doesn`t usually act this way. Kidlet hates when I say that he mostly acts crazy when she is around. She was home today for a bit and it is almost like his Kidlet radar was hypo-tuned to her.
Whoosh ... was that just a power surge I felt erupting ... just in case I forgot I wasn`t a teenager ..
Back to the regular scheduled programming: Kidlet packed up her books and laundry and headed back to her institution of higher learning and I swear the barking stopped almost immediately after she shut the door behind her.
Which makes me wonder - what is it about Kidlet that frazzles Fritz?
And was is it about power surges that frazzles me?
Such an adorable shot of Fritz. One wonders what sets them off and don't you wish you could get inside their doggy thoughts and help them help us understand their issue at hand?
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