I have a lhasa apso. I inherited her from my grandmother. I was there in fact to help my grandmother pick her out and take her home. After 6 years my grandmother left us, and left me the dog. So, Mandy came to live with me in TX in 2002. I must admit she adjusted very well to the ‘cuz I can’ & ‘I can do anything I’m big enough to do’ lifestyle.

Mandy is now having a hard time seeing, and it would seem a hard time hearing, although I would suspect that has more to do with a stubborn streak than health. But, all this is not to tell you about her origins or failing health.

What is it with people who come to your house, some you don’t even know well enough to spell their last name, yet profess to know more of your dog than you do? We have this rule, NO table food for the mutt. Yet it never fails that these well meaning (?) experts come in and give you the ol ‘ohhh one bite won’t hurt her’ ‘my dog eats meat all the time’ ‘dogs are supposed to have meat’ (why? so the dog then also sits at the table looking totally uncared for and pathetic)

I consider this a contract for cleaning my floors. I want to call you at 3 am when the carpet needs emergency steam clean. And none of this lookin at the caller id thingy and tellin me you were sleepin. You signed on bud! OOOOH, you do yard clean up too ????? By all means……….. give her some of your ice cream!!!! AND part of that meat lovers pizza with extra sauce. Then take her home and poochsit for 3 days! SHEEEESH!