Isis had a sort of attitudinal day. I blame the rainy weather, because she didn’t get outside very much to play. And even though we were home, Rob and I didn’t pay too much attention to her. ‘Course that doesn’t justify her standing at my feet and barking at me. There was no good reason for that.
And let’s not even mention the 5-year-old girl who came over to visit, whose face Isis kissed with her teeth. I won’t mention it, because although the girl shrieked and cried, it didn’t leave a mark, and my mom is already afraid to come stay in the house with this dog. And my mom reads this blog.