While my husband is home, my pup is a sweet, darling girl, playfully running up to us for belly rubs, politely hoping for breakfast and eagerly playing outside.
The moment that my husband’s car leaves the driveway my semi-comatose* pup trots to the window (perhaps hoping he’ll take her with?) She waits. Then, realizing she’s been condemned to stay behind, shuffles gloomily back to the bedroom where I am nursing the babe, sits in front of me (but out of reach so I can’t kick** her) and begins to whine, non-stop! She follows me wherever I go (even the bathroom, ewww) and continues the incessant whining.
If I let her outside to blow off a little steam (aka get out of my hair) she begins to scour the perimeter and “protect” us from all the danger that lurks outside..an elderly neighbor watering his grass, children playing ball in the the yard over, a plastic bag floating down the street…by emitting this low, aggressive growl and deafening bark. Several hours later I am ready to jump off a cliff (or escape to a tropical beach somewhere sans puppy. )
When my husband returns from work, she licks him up and down with delight and lays down at his feet without so much as a peep for hours… when I tell him that I suspect a doggie multiple personality disorder he can hardly believe me…
*semi comatose puppy state is achieved by playing with her to the point of exhaustion by throwing the ball to her approximately 72 times
**I don’t kick my dog, I just fantasize about it
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