Mom is very upset and frustrated. She doesn't know what to do with me anymore. Or should I say my nose. I have a really good nose. I love to smell, and smell, and smell every inch of things. Mom gets very impatient with me. She gets very angry because I run off on her, when I know I am not suppose to, because I found the food that people put out for the squirrels, and I remember exactly where its at. Once I smell food or garbage and find it I no longer hear mom or even see her. My nose takes over me completely. Its like I become possessed she says. Or like I am in an eating frenzy covering every inch of the ground to find, and eat, every last crumb. She has to take drastic measures to snap me out of my devouring. Then I know what I am suppose to do. I walk over and sit down, while she puts my leash back on, and takes me home. Sigh. I just can't help it.
Love Dolly the Doxie (mix)