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The Jealousy Issue

Really, that's what it comes down to. If she is not the center of attention, she acts out. For instance, if my 17 year old daughter is laying on the floor and I'm rubbing out knots, the dog will flop herself down and roll around until she is right on Alyssa's head. All 50 lbs. of her. If that doesn't work, she will nudge her nose under our hands and start gnawing on them. Then she jumps on my back, runs around in circles, jumps over us and makes a nuisance of herself.

If one of the children is holding the cat, Sunday repeats this type of behavior. She gnaws on the cat. The cat rolls over and plays dead.

Then there is the issue of the chickens.

Let's not dwell on the fact that I am outside in November without shoes. Nor shall we dwell on the fact that I'm digging up worms with the chickens. Concentrate on the fact that Scott yells out to me that the dog is coming outside. What you can't see is that she has run to grab a tennis ball  and is making a general nuisance of herself, trying to garner my attention while I am busy showing you all that I have painted toenails for the first time in YEARS.

By the way, they glow in the dark.

So I made the transition for her. I took the slobber covered ball so she could play fetch with it. 
Did anybody see the Pixar movie UP?

Substitute the word "Squirrel!" for another animal.

It's kind of like that.

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