You know the little old couple from the movie Dirty Dancing? The ones who ended up being the villainous pickpockets? The Schumachers, I think. Yeah, you know who I am talking about. Well, I think they might be living next door to me. Well, not them specifically, but another little, old, frail couple that no one suspects of wrong doing because - well, because they are old and frail. (Just to throw them some props, I will mention here that they just celebrated their 72nd wedding anniversary.)
Why do I think they may have Schumacher-esque tendencies?? Because my dog will not stop barking at them. He has barked at them since the day we brought his furry face home. And since dogs have a keen sense about people, I can only deduce that they are living a secret life and running some elaborate gambling ring out of their basement or something.
Ooooorr...it could be that my dog is crazy.
Actually he has anxiety. So the vet tells me. "Dogs with behavioral problems...blah, blah..." not sure what else he said since I sort of tuned him out because I couldn't believe I was getting "psychiatric" advice for my dog. He suggested that I get some additional, professional help. (Wait...isn't a veterinarian usually considered a professional? Is he suggesting I call The Dog Whisperer?) He also gave me some anti-depressants to try - for the dog not me.
Seriously. This. Dog. Makes. Me. Crazy.
