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“Doctor, Doctor” – Charlee Visits a Therapist on #ThrowbackThursday

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I Don’t Know Why I Bark

Doctor: What makes you bark at your neighbor’s Chihuahuas?

Charlee: I don’t know. It must be a reflex.

Doctor: How does it make you feel to see the Chihuahuas?

Charlee: Irritated.

Doctor: Why do you think you feel irritated?

Charlee: Well, first of all, they wear bandanas all summer and silly kilt-type jackets all winter.

Doctor: Why does this irritate you?

Charlee: Maybe because they seem so prissy. And don’t forget, they start it all – the barking, I mean. They taunt me.

Doctor: How do you think the neighbors feel when the barking wakes them up?

Charlee: Mmm, probably not exactly thrilled.

Doctor: What is your goal in barking? What is it you feel you are accomplishing by barking?

Charlee: They need to know how silly they look wearing scarves. They are male Chihuahuas after all.

Doctor: Do you think perhaps you may be suppressing feelings of attraction?

Charlee: Boys wearing girls’ accessories? Absolutely not.

Doctor: Wasn’t your sister, Bandit, (may she rest in peace) part Chihuahua?

Charlee: She was. But my neighbors are nothing like Bandit. Bandit wore a denim visor.

Doctor: Have you been spayed?

Charlee: I am 10 years old. Is this question even relevant?

Doctor: How old were you when you were spayed?

Charlee: Is this a HIPAA violation? How much is my mom paying you? I think our time is up now. I gotta go potty.

Charlee’s #WellnessWednesday Tip

 

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Poultry-Flavored Toothpaste Is My Personal Favorite

Have you seen the new TV commercial where the dog with bad breath is ostracized by his friends? My tip for #WellnessWednesday is to remind everyone to brush and floss daily after meals and before bedtime. And, if you don’t like mint or bubble gum toothpaste, I highly recommend the poultry. Cheers to your health!

So, I Kinda Pottied at My Mom’s Work

 

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(I Just AWESOMED All Over the Place!)

It happened last July right outside her office door. It was a LONG way to the 115-degrees-Fahrenheit, pet relief area. (Remember, this is Arizona, and I had to go really badly.) So, I just squatted and pottied on the rug. Right? Oh, what a relief it was! And truly, according to my nose, other dogs had pottied there in the past. It was no big deal. I got scolded, of course. But, it was worth it.