I saw this story in the Star Telegram and had to post it. Good story.
I sometimes wonder how far we let our pets control our lives.
It was a look of betrayal. Of broken trust. Or at the very least a broken heart.
The ruler of the house was now suddenly ruled, and she didn’t much care for rules. Or boundaries. And certainly not the pinch collar.
Our 5 1/2 -year-old English bulldog Miss Ellie was no longer dictator of the house. Ellie’s authority had been stripped by her owners and by a 7-pound baby girl whose main source of influence is a shrill cry. When Miss Ellie tried to jump upon that baby, our daughter Vivian McRae, we knew things had to change in our house.