You know I love my boy, but this morning, starting about 5:00, he started in with the licking. Licking whatever he could reach, softly whining, pushing me out of bed - I've tried explaining the concept of retirement to him, but he's not having it. If he's awake, Mom must be awake. So, this isn't going to be one of those complimentary posts...
Moose was already a teenager when we got him through our slightly shady Utah connections (he was smuggled across the state line by Mom and Sherri from a Utah rescue when the Portland based doxie rescue was found to have some seriously unreasonable requirements.) Some of his personality traits and habits were already formed. Most things weren't so bad, but I found one particular personality trait that's just (frankly) embarrassing to his hippy liberal mom - my son is a classist. In fact, at first I was worried that he was a racist, but turns out that he's perfectly fine with people of color - as long as they aren't homeless people of color. But when we're driving along, he is perfectly fine, happy to be riding, until he sees someone with a sign along the highway, or pushing a cart along the street, and then he goes absolutely insane with the barking. It's as if he finds it to be a personal affront that they are allowed on *his* street. Fortunately, he's a homebody, so we don't take him driving much...
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