I think Abi needs a therapist. Or a dog whisperer.
Every evening now, about the time it gets dark, I hear her jump into the bathtub. And she won’t get out.
Luckily I take my shower around 6 p.m.
She has never acted like this before. She’s headstrong, yes. Bossy and picky. Yes.
She will bite me on my shoe as I try to shimmy through the door to keep her from getting out when I go somewhere.
But this is just plain odd. Even for her.
Sometimes I wonder what’s going through her head.
There are no other flying insects indoors that I can see. Charlie isn’t freaking out. And he’d be the first to freak out if something was flying around inside, no matter how small it might be.
So what’s with the nightly bathtub routine lately?
My daughter, Andrew’s mother, has to give their Boston Terrier, Gizmo, a plethora of mental health drugs. But of course he was a rescue and has probably been traumatized. The poor dog fears so many things, mainly rain and fireworks.
But Abi has had a relatively easy life.
The pupsters are ten years old now.
She is happy, though spoiled.
She takes advantage of Charlie whenever she can. Like hogging the food.
Which means when I’m not looking. Because I nip that behavior in the bud real quick.
Poor Charlie has two teeth left, if that. His tongue lolls out the side of his mouth most of the time.
She clearly is the alpha dog here.
She is fed well. She is treated well.
She is a photo diva, as you know. She loves being in the spotlight.
So I just don’t understand this new habit of hers.
Does your pet have peculiar habits?