What tick's me off today.
When at 5 am, someone's dog has escaped and roams the street and sets my dogs off. I know my dogs are only being protective, but f*ck me, waking me up with barking.
I know that I am five years late, and a dollar short, on this post. Jimmy, you can't look at it that way, bro. I love it when my dogs bark like hell at something. They are paying their way, and doing their job. They are like an extension of my senses and they let me know when something ain't right. They always wake me for a good reason. They man that point 24/7. I love my dogs to death. Couldn't live well without them. I have cried longer and harder when one of my dogs (or even cats) died than when people around me have died. That may not be a good thing to admit...I commune with my dogs. I think in a previous life I must have been a dog. I remember a beautiful young lady was doing a pysche study matching animal personalities to people in her class, most people tested out as bears, kitties, elephants, hyenas or whatever. I was a perfect match for dogs. They all like me, and I like them. I think I am going go save another one at the pound. Shalom.