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My Dog is Possessed My six-month-old cocker spaniel, Max, is possessed... I should have known this the moment I brought him home when he sunk his teeth into my arm causing me to grimace with unbearable pain as he started vomiting split green soup all over my cashmere sweater. Or at least it looked like split green soup. It was hard to tell with his head spinning around... I knew at that moment that he was not your ordinary cocker spaniel. He was the reincarnation of KUJO ...without the froth. I watched our little Kujo tear up whole magazines in one Tasmanian frenzy. I watched him take doo-doos right in front of my eyes. I watched him torment the cats by swinging them in circles by their tails. He was a whirlwind of destruction. Nothing was safe. You couldn't even pick him up without him growling like a banshee at a witch's convention. Last week, my boyfriend told me it was time to take them both to the vet for their shots. He had to work, my daughter had school and there was no one left but my son and I to take them. After much prodding, I finally got my son up to help me with Cassie and Kujo...oops, Max. I told Ryan that I would handle Cassie and he had the fine job of handling Max. I know; mothers can be so mean. We leapt out of the car and I really mean leapt, for we were dodging two wild and crazy dogs as they made a beeline out the door for the grassy spot beside the doctor's office. However, on the way, Max slipped out of his collar. I'm running around like a lunatic trying to get Max to come to me and he's not even giving me a second glance. All he sees is freedom and all I see is a squashed dog in the middle of the highway. But knowing that I have a way with dogs just as I have a way with kids, I was determined I was going to get the demon out of Max if that was the last thing I did. I did what any mother would do when their child was bad. When I finally corralled him, I did the unspeakable. I spanked him. I hadn't tried that approach before and I couldn't believe I had sunk that low. I never spanked my children and I guess that is why they have the upper hand now. My motherly instincts went out the door and my killer instincts took over. Perhaps the demon came out of him that night and into me, for nothing stood in my way of taking the demon-dog and wringing his little demon neck. The visit went remarkable well. A few shots, a couple doggie treats, and we were out the door. That night, something happened which reaffirmed my belief in miracles. Max changed. I was doing my nightly tending-to-nature thing and while sitting there I noticed Max curled up at my feet. I picked him up and held him in my arms. He looked up at me with those doggie eyes and licked me in the mouth FOR THE FIRST TIME. Spare the rod and spoil the dog. There might be something in that old saying after all. * * * All text, artwork, and html coding, except where otherwise indicated by individuals, Copyright 2001, 2002 The Writer's Life All rights reserved Best viewed in a current version of MS Internet Explorer |
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"Dorothy, only you could write a story like this. I loved it. I fell on the floor laughing so hard imaginig you and Max.. This was a good read.. ...give Max an extra hug..." babs |
