Well, now you will all know what I think about
as I sit here unable to sleep because I am on fire.
My sons and children visited over the 4th of July. My one son has a five year old, Ella and a three year old, Avery. They are petrified of dogs and everyone in our family has at least one. They stayed with my youngest son Joel, who had just bought a lab puppy. The girls screamed at the sight of this little thing. Either my son or DIL would pick them up and wait for someone to take the dog away. Finally Joel's wife said "I am not locking my dog in a cage all week. The girls have to get over it."
When they visited me, they wouldn't come in my house until I put my poor old crippled dog Dylan in the basement. Avery was forever asking me if he could break through the cellar door. I took her for a walk around the block and she saw a dog sleeping in the sun behind a fence. She climbed me like a tree and I had to carry her home. Ella asked me where Vesta was and I told her she had died. "Oh, now I don't have to be afraid."
These girls have never been attacked, bitten or mauled by a dog. My son says he doesn't know where their fear comes from but he is sure they will outgrow it. I am sure this is why family visits are so short and far and few between. Last year was even worse. If Ella heard Vesta barking in the basement she would turn blue from fear. Here's the kicker...I was talking to Avery on the phone the other night and she heard Dylan in the back ground barking at the UPS man. She went nuts..over the phone!
My son is director of mental health for central NC...I can't believe he caters to this. I am sure he wouldn't suggest enabling this to any of his clients. I would like to say something...but what?
Oh well...just a midnight rant to my fibro friends. I guess I'll see what's on the 'how to avoid paying taxes' channel.
Huggies
Donna