Meet Mable. Don't let that face fool you - this dog has issues. We should have known better than to adopt her from a flyer we found at The Taco Stand in Athens, but we were naive. And now that she's been around for five years, well, we're just stuck.
Because the dog FREAKS out whenever she sees another dog, and because we currently live in an area where dogs haven't been adopted from dirty hippie enclaves (it's only purebreds here in Sequoyah Hills), it's too embarrassing to walk her around the neighborhood in daylight. I'm ashamed to admit, and yet I'm going to confess here, that for the last two weeks I've driven her to the park in order to avoid having to pass an unsuspecting dog and the prim owner at the other end of the leash. I've grown tired of apologizing for her incessant barking and lunging, and so I've copped out and shuttled her there and back as quickly as possible.
But even that hasn't helped, as tonight she freed herself from the fenced-in dog run and starting getting weird with an Irish Setter.
What gives, Mable?
