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I was just sitting here thinking how Sammy, my Sheltie, is Barney Fife to my Sheriff Taylor on the Andy Griffith Show. Here's an example. Jenny, my Golden, is clearly crunching on something she shouldn't have (it's dark, I can hear her). It's probably a stick. She should not have a stick. She eats them, then she pukes or gets diarrhea. The other dogs just chew and spit, but she hasn't figured that out yet.
So I'm lying here thinking I need to take this away from her. But as soon as I say, "Jenny, what do you have?" ever so politely, here's what will happen.
Sammy, who's been lying here silently, gently snoring, will jump up and leap into Barney Fife mode. He'll decide I need help, as loudly as he can administer it, never mjnd it's 10 pm and DH is trying to sleep. He'll start shouting, at the top of his mighty little lungs, something like this:
OH MY LANDS! SHE HAS A STICK! SHE CAN'T HAVE A STICK! IT'S AGAINST THE LAW! TAKE IT AWAY! CALL THE COPS! PUT HER IN JAIL! GIVE HER THE DEATH PENALTY! GET A ROPE! HANG 'ER HIGH! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!
And so on, as he loses his tiny little mind. And as Jenny smiles gently and lets me take it from her, he will run around snarling and snapping at my hand like I'm about to pick up a deadly snake.
He really is an idiot. But he looks so normal, doesn't he?
I was just sitting here thinking how Sammy, my Sheltie, is Barney Fife to my Sheriff Taylor on the Andy Griffith Show. Here's an example. Jenny, my Golden, is clearly crunching on something she shouldn't have (it's dark, I can hear her). It's probably a stick. She should not have a stick. She eats them, then she pukes or gets diarrhea. The other dogs just chew and spit, but she hasn't figured that out yet.
So I'm lying here thinking I need to take this away from her. But as soon as I say, "Jenny, what do you have?" ever so politely, here's what will happen.
Sammy, who's been lying here silently, gently snoring, will jump up and leap into Barney Fife mode. He'll decide I need help, as loudly as he can administer it, never mjnd it's 10 pm and DH is trying to sleep. He'll start shouting, at the top of his mighty little lungs, something like this:
OH MY LANDS! SHE HAS A STICK! SHE CAN'T HAVE A STICK! IT'S AGAINST THE LAW! TAKE IT AWAY! CALL THE COPS! PUT HER IN JAIL! GIVE HER THE DEATH PENALTY! GET A ROPE! HANG 'ER HIGH! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT! HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!
And so on, as he loses his tiny little mind. And as Jenny smiles gently and lets me take it from her, he will run around snarling and snapping at my hand like I'm about to pick up a deadly snake.
He really is an idiot. But he looks so normal, doesn't he?
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