baddog

I can't believe it.

Last night I put this stupid mutt outside for a bit so he could do his business. It is a routine, hopefully he gets it by now.

Shortly after closing the sliding glass door I hear him barking frantically, almost like something has definitely frightened him.

I turn on the floodlights, see nothing. I grab my flashlight and walk around the yard with him, looking for whatever varmint it is that has caused him to go crazy, nothing.

I guess whatever it is has been scared off. I can understand this. We go back to the door to come back in and he again starts barking like nuts, concentrating on a small corner of the patio, by the door. I shine my light over to see if I am missing something, but there isn't anything there.

Now, I should probably point out that he isn't just barking, he is barking hard enough to make himself choke. Any parents out there can relate to when their baby cries so long and hard that they start choking . . . . same deal.

I bring him in, give him some water, goes to the window, barks a couple times and all is well.

I wish.

This morning I wake up, open the sliding door, he goes outside and immediately starts barking at something in the same corner. What is he barking at you ask?













A pine cone. That's right. Something that he can find plenty of in his side yard, but I guess this is a special pine cone or something. I can't believe it.

Do dogs suffer from dementia?