Jack!
What can you say about the meanest, most unpredictable dog God ever created. No, come to think about it, Satan himself must have created him!
Jack has LOVED his two weeks of non-stop attention. He gets freshly cooked gizzards for each meal. Gets carried up and down the steps so he doesn't have to exert any energy or hurt his little abdomen.
HE gets to decide where to sit, when the house members can sleep, and when HE wants to eat.
In the past I have been barred from getting close to Sherrill's chair. Well, last night that all changed.
Jack refused to even let me in the living room! He was in the attack mode, and Sherrill had to come from the kitchen to get him. My first thought was to give him a nice swift kick in the rear, and knock him across the room. But......I knew Sherrill would just take more money to get him fixed up again.
So, I have decided.... no more gizzards. He is back to his boiled chicken. And for the stairs, he can go down them himself, or just sit on the top step all day. He is so moody, the cats still refuse to play with him....even his girlfriend!
I was cleaning out my room yesterday, and Jack sat in the hall watching me. I thought he was concerned about me, so he was just checking in. Now I am beginning to believe that before this is all over with, he will have
me banished to my room, never to roam free again!