So, if I've got four, I've got a pattern, right? *sigh* I think this might qualify as the weirdest thing I've ever done for a dog. You see, I now have to grow a goatee.
No, you did not read that wrong. I really did say that I have to grow a goatee for my dog.
I have a sweet dog, fun to play with, has managed to pretty well break out of her shell of fear, and deals well with almost everybody now. Almost everybody. A few specific people she has issues with. I've tried to figure out why, and been pretty well entirely unsuccessful until today.
We went to the grocery store. Wife went in, I sat outside with dog on a bench. Something about the way she was watching and acting around the guy collecting the shopping carts made me think that something bad would happen. I hate being right about such things. Fortunately, no contact was made, and the guy didn't even know she snapped at him. I like to think that's because I had her on a nice short leash right then.
After thinking about it, I realized that he has a goatee, as do the other three people that she seems to have issues with (and, so far as I could determine, that was the only physical trait they all shared). So, in order to correct her behavior, I have to grow a goatee so that I can teach her that, contrary to Hollywood stereotypes, goatees do not mean evil madmen bent on world domination (hey, at least I'm not evil, okay?).
I'm growing a goatee for my dog. I don't think I could ever have words enough to describe how weird that statement sounds.
No, you did not read that wrong. I really did say that I have to grow a goatee for my dog.
I have a sweet dog, fun to play with, has managed to pretty well break out of her shell of fear, and deals well with almost everybody now. Almost everybody. A few specific people she has issues with. I've tried to figure out why, and been pretty well entirely unsuccessful until today.
We went to the grocery store. Wife went in, I sat outside with dog on a bench. Something about the way she was watching and acting around the guy collecting the shopping carts made me think that something bad would happen. I hate being right about such things. Fortunately, no contact was made, and the guy didn't even know she snapped at him. I like to think that's because I had her on a nice short leash right then.
After thinking about it, I realized that he has a goatee, as do the other three people that she seems to have issues with (and, so far as I could determine, that was the only physical trait they all shared). So, in order to correct her behavior, I have to grow a goatee so that I can teach her that, contrary to Hollywood stereotypes, goatees do not mean evil madmen bent on world domination (hey, at least I'm not evil, okay?).
I'm growing a goatee for my dog. I don't think I could ever have words enough to describe how weird that statement sounds.
Quoth Mark Twain





(What my beard looks like for the first three months or so)

that does describe a lot of them, doesn't it? Luckily, ours was more selective than most, especially when out and about. Now if it invaded "her" territory, that was a different matter.
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