My
dog has been behaving strangely
as
of late, darting about from one room
to
the other, tail tucked in fear between
his
hind legs. As I noticed yesterday, he
has
been fleeing from a fly buzzing
around
inside our place. I can’t figure
why
this fear in him of such a small
and
basically harmless creature, a mere
fraction
of his size. But none-the-less, he
is
perpetually on the run, trying in vain to
find
a suitable place to hide. Or so I thought,
until
today when he stops abruptly, circles
round
and round, arches his back and drops
a
sizable load of diarrhea all over the living
room
floor. Poop, this time he had to poop.
His
unusual behavior was not caused by his
nemesis,
that fly. Now, I ask you, how on God’s
green
earth was I to determine what he really
needed
was to go? I’m not a frigging dog whis-
perer,
you know. Not only do I have a pesky fly
to
deal with, but now, one hell of a stinking mess
to
clean up as well!
Chris
Hanch 7-5-17
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