Even I, the Dear Abby of the Dog World, face challenges. Like today, I was relaxing in my customary soft spot of the floor of the office when the door opened and in walked a dog! An almost black brown, chubby dog. How’d he get there? Treason. Betrayal. One of the loves of my life, Emelian, is looking after this creature for a friend. The creature is a Dachshund/Jack Russell mix named, of all things, Dexter – which is Latin for right.
Dexter sat under one of MY desks getting scratched by MY Poppa and stealing my errant treats. I went after him like a lion, but then calmed myself down and pouted all day.
Dear Daisy Mae,,
Stay calm. Stop pouting.