Archive for August, 2013


Here’s the thing…

Being afraid of noise to the point that I refuse to go for walks means that being home all of the time is extremely boring.  Funny how mom doesn’t want to play with me non-stop for 16 hours a day.  Something about needing to work, eat, sleep, rest– I don’t get it.  I think that my anxiety demands that she attends to me and my entertainment needs at all times.

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Mom’s decided to do this new thing with me.  She calls it clicker training.  I call it getting constant treats, and that’s just fine with me.

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

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