We have got a little Monster 'brewing' under these 'dreads'!
for the FIRST time in four years, I was 'warned' by a 'Cujo-growl' as I went to correct the behaviour; behaviour of bringing his fresh Pork Toast-bone from his dish to the middle of the carpet.
I think I must have re-coiled my hand quickly in fear; but even more quickly, realized the 'error-of-my-ways' and firmly stood my ground within my feet ready to surround the bone.
It took a good 5 minutes but he eventually backed away enough for me to take the bone over to his dish.
I was SO mortified!
Now the feeding ritual involves a "Sit' and "Wait" before I signal he is allowed to eat.
TODAY he got the left-over chicken bits and twice I practised commanding him away from the dish and taking it from him - and my mother walked right by him without a rumbled!
Life before, during and after Brain Injury: "Letting go and Letting God". My muddled brain has, out of necessity, become more reliant on my the more visual "animal brain". All things brains, dogs and God! (D-O-G is G-O-D spelled backwards!) Life has become Joy filled ... all because of Godès creatures! ThIS second Puli - white, bitch who loves people! - is helping me learn about Life this second time around!
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