Dear frightening, scary, awful, weird, awkward, uncomfortable pregnancy dreams: please halt or at least lay off a little on the gory reality of yourself.
sincerely,
said pregnantee.
My dog is a boxer lab, his name is dash and he is getting really big and LOVES to play. Anyone he meets he thinks PLAYYYYYYYY in the most intense way a dog can. Like when I give him a tough bone- it's gone in five to ten minutes. (can you imagine what he would do to B's chickens if he ever got a hold of one?!) I buy him UNRIPPABLE toys, and he tears them apart, and rips out the squeekers and eats them. So when my mom brings over her white lab kayla- he chases her around the backyard for HOURS. At first I thought this was really cute, because he finally has a friend? No, it's not cute, because when I look out the window I see two dogs "playing" so that one can hump the other- and frankly I think Kayla hates dashs' guts. She's always running back to the kitchen door and pressing up against it, like "pleeease, let me in away from this crazy!" That or sometimes I look outside and she's off by herself staring into the distance like I used to do when I was mad at my childhood friends and just wanted to be left alone but couldn't go home because I had no ride.
Is this me psychoanalyzing a dog?
Biting another thing seems like such a violent way to play... they look so vicious. That and I dont think i'll eva understand the dominance thing.
Good thing i'm human beans.
February 1, 2011
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