I’m pretty conscious of slipping into Crazy Dog Lady Territory, which I’ve dangerously approached to varying degrees. Scratch that — I’ve already been there and back again.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m head over heels for my little Hemingway, who is also my first dog.
I never grew up around dogs, so I haven’t been privy to all their little quirks and mannerisms. What’s probably old hat to most owners is a fun little discovery for me on a daily basis.
Last summer, we went through what I dubbed his morning tantrum. As Matt so aptly put it, he was like a five-year-old boy who didn’t want to go to school. Hemmy doesn’t throw this tantrum anymore, which is a real shame because it was absolutely ridiculous to watch, but it shall live on in memory — and on YouTube.
Well, once you get past the first 40 seconds of him chewing himself, that is.
