I don’t usually have time for reading on the weekend, but Mitch always gets the Sunday paper, and look what Cari dropped by with this morning. A lil’ announcement!
Poor, dumb Charlie
Charlie is actually a lovely young man, but not the brightest person I know. I am sure Renata has fooled him in her usual way. I just feel terrible for him.
Cari and I need to figure out what we can do about this sitch. I hope Ty hasn’t taken it too hard.
Today was the day we scheduled for me to save Beefeater (again). The trainer from his special dog academy in Vermont came all the way here just to meet me, and explained how we would retrain Beefeater to love me. It was complex and probably really interesting but I didn’t really listen because I was texting with one of my book club friends who saw Margie Harris and Fat Alice’s mom at the gym together! Hilarious! I would share the pictures here but I am a nice person and never get involved with petty gossip. But the pictures are hysterical. Anywhoo, we got started. I was shaking when I saw Beefeater. He is a big intimidating creature after all, but at least he was caged up. The trainer, Barb, told me I needed to get very close to the cage and whisper soothingly to him. So I told him how funny Fat Alice’s mom looked in her yoga pants. Then Barb gave me some treats to give him. They smelled kind of weird so I asked for better ones but that was all she had. We did this for quite a while and I was kind of trying to think of a way to leave when it was finally over.
I was terrified to be so close to this monster!
They let Beefeater out of his cage and he licked my hand. I guess that I cured him! Karen was very grateful and had prepared me a big pot of chili for dinner as a thank you. Oh well. Maybe the kids will eat it. Of course I was happy to save Beefeater. It seems like I end up saving that dog’s life every couple of weeks.
I wore my special dog whisperer shirt.