1. The picture at left should speak for itself.2. I not only talk to Bama, but I narrate what I think he's thinking -- in a high-pitched, baby-talk voice.
3. If he's barking at a noise outside, I'll peer through the blinds and curse the neighbor's grandkids for making so much noise and his chihuahua for being innately annoying.
4. I've more than once fantasized about letting Bama attack said chihuahua.
5. If a cat is out in its yard while we're out walking, and the cat actually moves toward us to provoke Bama, I will lead Bama in a charge against the cat and laugh as it runs away. I have way too much fun doing this.
6. If Bama starts freaking out about things/people he sees outside, I'll get up and close the blinds to the front window so he can't see out. Like we're hiding from the world. But at least hiding is quiet.
7. I view every little dog in the complex as a threat -- especially those whose owners don't find it necessary to put them on a leash. The fantasizing about letting Bama loose on the little dogs come back into play. So does my desire to yell "It's called a leash!" at the owners.
8. When he had an upset stomach, I went and bought a rotisserie chicken, cut off its skin and chopped it up, then mixed it in with cooked rice to feed to him.
That's probably all I should write down.
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