A transplanted Floridian calls it as he sees it...

I promise to tell all! I'll be as rufff as I have to.

Friday, May 7, 2010

So I'm going to see a specialist...

I overheard Mommy and Daddy talking last night. On Saturday I'm seeing a specialist (whatever THAT means) to help me get over my barking and carrying on when I'm on my leash.

I don't think I need to change anything. I think I bark and carry on just fine. Apparently Mommy and Daddy see it differently. The lady said that Hudson could come too. I'm a little nervous. What if she wants me to change things? Change is bad. I've had more than enough change in my life already.

NO MORE CHANGE. I LIKE THINGS JUST THE WAY THEY ARE NOW.

This lady has her own dog pack, and we're going to go walk with them. I have to learn to ignore other dogs and focus on my uprights. Life is soooo cruel. How am I supposed to protect my uprights if I can't bark and carry on?

Well, they can make me go but they cannot make me learn. I think things are just fine the way they are, and I'm not interested. Now that I've got a family I'll do whatever it takes to protect them. Even the Smudgeman (I love that nickname...I'm still stuck with Patootie Rudy).

Take care all.

Rudy, the great protector

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