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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Romy's latest handiwork
My poor dog has lost it. I came home to a chewed coffee table (thank God it was a thrift store quality), a chewed software package box, and last night found her chewing on an electric cord. I'm not sure what's up with my pooch.
I am a performance poet and writer. In a former life I was probably a gypsy. I am content wherever I am because I have the rooms of the Fellowship. I have 31 years of recovery, had a liver transplant in 2005 and am currently writing a daily meditation book for recovering addicts and alcoholics. I have two German shepherds, a fantastic husband and a great life.
2 comments:
I found this. It might be helpful.
http://dogs.about.com/cs/disableddogs/a/anxiety_one.htm
I've been taking my dogs to the dog park every morning and they are much less barky.
your last couple of posts you have been a bit unsettled....yesterday you were ready to chew nails...maybe she is just trying to help you out.
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