Words; no pictures. Sorry. No time to find a shot to post!
I continue to be amazed at how much I have learned about growing up from my dealings with my dog. Just this morning I put him in his crate because he was completely outside of himself: leaping, barking, chewing, demanding.
How many times have I found myself effectively incarcerated - unable to move either forward or backward - because of my own inability [or unwillingness] to control myself? It's embarrassing to recognize myself in the behavior of a 6 month old dog. But hey! I'll take the lessons wherever and whenever I can find them.
I finally let him out when he settled down, and he's now happily chewing on his rawhide bone on his big-boy bed.
And if I settle down, maybe I'll get let out, too. . . .
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