The Damn Dog Won’t Shut Up

My mom’s dog is a sweetheart — until I try to stand up.

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Last month, I moved back to my Mom’s place in Southern California. It’s been quite the transition (especially going back to the 100-degree heat, which has actually been kind of refreshing) but for the most part, it’s been smooth.

With one outstanding exception. Say hello to Daisy.

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My mom actually got Daisy last time I lived out here, so I wasn’t expecting any trouble from her. She’s a good dog, very hyper and mischievous, and as long as you aren’t delivering packages, you’re in her good graces.

She’s a very sweet girl, and she’s always up for cuddles and pets and scritchies And the same is true with me now — as long as I’m sitting down.

But if I try to stand up, if I even move into a position where I start to stand up, she starts barking.

It’s not a friendly bark. It’s not a playful bark. It’s her somebody’s breaking into the house bark. It’s loud, it’s aggressive, it’s a clarion call to wake the dead. She gets right in my way and barks her head off.