Cujo

Menace to Society! No not the girl, although she TOTALLY is, the dog. That's what my vet called him yesterday. We just lovingly refer to him as Cujo.

Come on, I mean he just tried to eat the vet. Aren't they used to that kind of thing?

I knew, he was going to. I saw the signs. The morning walk to the bus stop was a complete disaster. He grabbed a hold of the leash for a little tug of war. Knocking me clean into a snow bank. The poor kid that waits with us is afraid of dogs. Nothing like a little Menace to Society to root that fear clear into therapy as an adult. I watch his eyes getting wider as the dog yanks me off balance. Clearly no control.

I'm not completely irresponsible. He tried to eat another guy in the neighborhood a while back. That's when I recognized the problem. We've been to PetSmart training classes twice. The first time as a little puppy. He passed with flying colors. The second time, not so much.

He has a very stubborn disposition, and he just WON'T stay. Can't really step up to the "go to your bed," without knowing how to stay first. Besides the fact the trainer didn't really want me to let go of the leash in the store for fear he would ingest one of the other dogs. Why do people buy little dogs anyway? I always assumed they were meant to be a snack.

The vet seriously lectured me for about 20 minutes on the dangers of having an unpredictable dog. Then she handed me the pamphlet for the Bark Busters dog trainers. They come to your house and give you a life time guarantee. If at anytime in the dog's life he reverts back to bad behavior or he picks up some other undesirable trait, they will come out for free and fix him again. While she was telling me this all I could hear was Ka-Ching, Ka-Ching.

My darling hubby would rather shoot this dog than spend another dime on him. Guess it's time to pull out the Bambi voice again. Does anyone know the Dog Whisperer? I betcha he wouldn't even be able to shush this dog.