Sunday, September 30, 2012

Pet Psychic!

Part of good research is having an open mind and distinguishing the valuable information from the bull-#$%^. I believe any random person taking a guess at what's going on with our dog Ozzie, might get some things right and I work hard to recognize when someone happens to be spouting an idea I can actually use.

So today I supported a fundraiser for Harmony House for Cats by going to their Pet Psychic Fair, so I could listen carefully to Beverly Koeppel for clues that I could use with Ozzie. I mean, these people know animal behavior, right?

As one of the first to arrive, I handed over a $20 check in return for a ticket for a 12:20 p.m. reading that would last for twenty minutes. They encouraged me to pass the time by visiting their cats and exploring the shelter. Allergic to cats, I keep my distance from them, but ended up in one of the cat rooms just to kill time. This is how I am with cats:



It turned out that the four psychics working this gig had set up their tables in various cat rooms. I reluctantly sat down with Beverly in a kitten room, hoping my allergies wouldn't get too bad in a 20 minute reading. The kittens were cute, but I was grateful that they kept their distance.

Beverly asked for my first name, astrological sign and birthday. I showed her my photos of Ozzie and said simply, "This is our dog." Beverly asked if he were alive and where he physically was at the moment. Then she started talking:

1. Ozzie had some trauma in another home before we got him and it will be a couple of years until he works through it. It causes him to fear being chained up outside and makes it hard for him to trust people. He has a nervous stomach.

2. Bob and Ozzie have a strong bond. He loves Bob and wants to please him. They understand each other.

3. BIG ANSWER TO WHAT OZZIE WAS FREAKED ABOUT THIS MONTH. Beverly said I had two unfriendly spirits hanging around me, and Ozzie was trying to warn me and make them leave. They were trying to find a place in the kitchen to settle in and if he hadn't been there, they might have stayed. I laughed when Beverly named the kitchen, which I hadn't mentioned. That's the room Ozzie acted the weirdest about. One night he refused to enter it, even to eat dinner. Hilarious.

4. Ozzie is a good dog and wants to do the right thing. He's happy with us and has everything he needs, but remains uncertain that this is his "forever" home, partly because of my resistance to him.

5. I should thank Ozzie for protecting me from the unfriendly spirits and let him know that I like him and that he can stay with us permanently. Beverly said all animals can see the spirits around us, but they don't all react the same. Another dog might have seen those spirits and just gotten scared and not tried to help.

6. Beverly said that if I work on it, in a year and a half to two years I'll have a much better relationship with Ozzie. It'll be different from his relationship with Bob, but it will be good.

I thanked Beverly for her services and got the heck out of the building because by then my throat was itching and my nose was getting stuffy. As I drove home, I considered all this. The truth is that I've finally become fond enough of Ozzie that I no longer fantasize about getting rid of him or long for life as it was before we got him. The dog's okay. I've realized that I would keep Ozzie even if Bob were to suddenly disappear. It took me a year to get to this point and when I told Bob he was glad to hear it.

No one needs to tell me Ozzie has been a nervous dog with stomach problems that probably reflect stress. I've been withdrawn and suspicious and I'm sure he'd respond better if I showed more warmth. So, if I got nothing else out of my pet psychic reading, I got a message I'm finally ready to hear: be loving towards the dog; he's scared, too.

Beverly said animals get a sense of what we're saying to them, even if they don't understand the words. Apparently they pick up on images in our minds like universal icons that glow above our heads. This was news to me. I knew animals picked up on our emotions, but can they really understand what we're saying? I doubt it.

But just in case, when I got home I thanked Ozzie and told him he's a good dog and I wouldn't get rid of him, even if Bob weren't around. I said that even if "The Man" weren't here, Ozzie would still be my dog and I'd keep him. When I started talking, Ozzie had been going into playful mode because he wanted to go outside. As I spoke he became still and when I finished, he bobbed his head slightly before resuming his playful dog movements. Then we took a walk.

Did he nod at me?

[Therese Murphy is a different kind of Chicago psychic. She reads tarot cards and can do your horoscope and I like her a lot.]

Thursday, September 27, 2012

"Use your best judgment"

When someone says "use your best judgment" they're not being specific about what they want. It's a worrying phrase to me because when someone uses it, they're often trying to warn me to meet some standard of behavior or dress, but they're being unclear.  "Use your best judgment" usually means "read my mind and use my best judgment." It assumes we all think the same way and share the same basic cultural behaviors and beliefs. People who use the phrase "use your best judgment" assume everyone thinks as they do on the topic being discussed.

The assumption that everyone has the same basic knowledge leaves out those of us who get "common sense" wrong all the time. We're the ones who don't know what appropriate dress means in all contexts.We're the ones who put our foot in it because we honestly don't know what questions are okay to ask. We take risks not because we're brave, but because we think bringing up such-and-such a topic in such-and-such a context is perfectly okay. It feels right to us. Too often, we realize our mistake when the damage is already done.

So when someone gives me guidance that includes the phrase "use your best judgment" I stop and ask them to be clear enough for an idiot (me) to understand. Chances are my judgment isn't the same as their judgment. Chances are the lessons I've learned about life and the responses I think are appropriate might not be what they have in mind. If someone won't or can't explain what they mean by "use your best judgment," I'm left to draw my own conclusions and that just doesn’t always turn out well.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Night screaming

I wish my problem were sleep walking or talking in my sleep. Instead, in the past few months, I've developed the behavior of waking up in the middle of the night screaming. Yes, I wake up at the top of a piercing shriek, with my mouth wide open and a light sweat covering my body. It's really damned annoying.

Maybe it's good that I can at least reassure my husband that my screaming isn't a fearful response to a nightmare. A good example of the kind of dream that causes me to scream is the one I had last night. I dreamed I was visiting my family in the San Francisco Bay Area and it was the day that I was supposed to fly back to Chicago. As I left for the airport, I realized I'd never printed out my boarding pass and hadn't even written down the airline or whether I was flying out of SFO or Oakland. In the dream, I was already in transit and needed the answer quickly, so I got my sister on the phone and asked her to look up my reservation online. At this point the dream gets fuzzy, but I remember having trouble communicating on the phone, knowing time was running out and desperately needing the information. It felt like people weren't taking my need seriously and I became frustrated. No matter how hard I tried to figure out where I needed to go, as it got closer and closer to my flight time, I couldn't do it. Why weren't people listening to me? Why weren't they helping me? My frustration peaked and I knew I needed a dramatic gesture to get everyone's attention. I inhaled, opened my mouth and let loose with the most ferocious noise I could blast.

Last night I woke up in the middle of this shriek. This is the third time it's happened and each time, it's more embarrassing. The first time, I didn't wake up until the scream was over and my husband was asking me if I was all right. The second time, my husband didn't stir, but the dog got up to check on me. Last night, no one moved. One day I'll probably meet a fateful end as the girl who cried wolf.

Does anyone else do this? Does anyone have a link to an article that might even be tangentially related? I thought waking up in the night screaming happened when people relived horrific memories or suffered terrible nightmares. What I have might be called frustration dreams and I'm feeling increasingly self-conscious, yet helpless about them.

Screaming? From frustration? I can't wait until this ridiculousness passes.

UPDATE on Oct. 10th: After an EMDR session with Carol Moss, the screaming has stopped, thank god! It was about feeling frustrated by how I was stuck with the critical voice ruling my life. Working with Carol finally allowed me to let go of the belief that I have to listen to that negative voice. I feel so free now! No more beating up on myself. EMDR is hard work, but it's worth it.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

What's heavier than weight?

What's heavier than weight is the inner critic and judge that rules my brain and scrutinizes my every move. That constant judge's gavel feels heavier than my actual body poundage. Over and over again I've felt the lightness that comes with the loss of five or ten physical pounds (before it comes back), but these days I'm experimenting with the lightness that comes from sliding out from underneath that critical, hyper-judgmental nitpick that usually sits on my back.

Using Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) and Bach flower remedies, I've been zeroing in on silencing the negative voice that tells me things like:

What am I wearing? That doesn't look right.
Oh, no - someone brought donuts. I can't be trusted with them.
I really shouldn't have eaten that. I should be ashamed.
I've failed again.

At the age of 46 I believe I'm finally ready to let go of this part of me, or at least take it out of the driver's seat. A week and a half ago, I tapped and tapped as I focused on the awful voice that never stops telling me what to do. On and on my EFT practicing went, but I just couldn't stop the self-loathing that drives that voice. Finally I came up with the idea of taking the morning off:

Even though I'm totally judgmental and critical of myself, I think I'll take the morning off from doing that.

It turned out to be a brilliant idea. I couldn't imagine getting rid of that inner critic for good, but I could imagine it going quiet for a few hours. The critic was able to agree to it, also. Later that morning, when I came across a box of donut holes in the break room, I looked at it differently than usual. Without the critical voice yelling at me to back away from them, I considered eating some. The critic had taken the morning off so I had permission. I could do whatever I wanted!

I imagined the freedom of grabbing one and chomping it down. Then I remembered that lunch time was 20 minutes away. If I ate a donut hole now, I'd spoil my appetite, and I like enjoying my lunch. As I anticipated a good solid meal, I felt the initial appeal of the goodies fade away. And then the craving was gone.

I walked out of the break room in amazement. That was my big chance: free donut holes and no nagging to stop me or shame me later! Complete freedom to eat sweets, but I hadn't done it. Without the critic, my knee-jerk desire for sweets had no force to push against. Without a battle, I was able to feel what I truly wanted: a healthy lunch, not wheat and sugar.

Since then I've managed to let my inner critic go dormant for at least part of each day. As a result I feel more relaxed, more accepting of myself and my body, more free and light. I haven't lost any physical weight, but I think I'm letting go of a much more insidious heaviness of mind. I couldn't win a weight loss challenge right now, but I could go toe to toe with anyone who's trying to get rid of self-sabotage and negative thinking. On that far more important project, I'm succeeding.

In fact, I'm starting to suspect that without that constant monitoring, I won't consume the entire planet and outgrow all my clothes. I won't destroy myself with terrible decisions. But I'm not sure yet. The new battle is between the part of me that's happy without the critic and the part that's afraid I'll hurt myself if I keep going this way. I feel the absence of that constant nagging and it makes me nervous. Can I trust myself to make good decisions without that vigilant voice telling me what to do? Am I safe without my old protection from my own desires? Without the weight of that judge on my back, will I become too light and just blow away? I don't know, but I'm trying to find out.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Do dogs see dead people?

On Labor Day weekend, Ozzie our mild 50-pound pitbull who rarely makes a sound, began barking for no reason. It was my lovely three-day weekend, but it was only lovely for one day. Ozzie kept barking urgently at nothing all day on Sunday and Monday. I thought I’d figured out the reason when my husband finally removed a smelly pot from the back porch on Tuesday, but that wasn't it. Ozzie was calm during Bob’s two days off, but resumed his high-strung, annoying behavior on my next day off with him.

So this was the pattern: Ozzie became nervous and barky with me, but not when Bob was home. For the next week, Ozzie stayed on edge with me, day or night. It would happen both inside and on walks, so it wasn't about the apartment. I felt sure his tension was about me.

We’d be peacefully sitting on the sofa, when Ozzie would suddenly prick up his ears, listen for a few seconds and then launch into a barking fit. He'd pace from room to room, growling and sounding off ferociously at an invisible invader or maybe noise I couldn't hear. If I managed to calm him down, he'd recline with his head up, sniffing, sniffing. Once on a late-night walk, he froze, his hackles went up and he absolutely went into defense mode, growling and barking at an empty street.

I tried petting, soothing, cuddling, Bach flower remedies, the Thundershirt, Emotional Freedom Technique, music, extra snacks and his favorite radio station (WGN). He even saw the vet last week and got a clean bill of health.
At one point, I decided that each time he barked, I'd leave the room and close the door on him. After I abandoned him like this few times, he stopped barking, but then he sat next to me and trembled for about 20 minutes. I couldn't believe it. Was our dog picking up on some disease I had? Did he see Death following me?
Finally one of my friends talked about my Ozzie problem to a friend of hers who works with energy. I’m an atheist, but I’m fascinated and delighted by the possibility of things existing that science hasn’t proven yet. This is what she “got” when she muscle-tested about Ozzie. I knew it: the Grim Reaper was following me around!

She tested the statement: Ozzie is high strung and nervous. She received the answer YES
Then she tested the question: Is he nervous around Bob?  She received the answer No
Is he nervous around Regina?  YES
Does he detect illness in Regina?  No
Does he detect something in her body?  No
Does he detect something in her energy field?  YES
Does he detect low vibration?  No
Does he detect an entity?  YES
Does this entity have a name?  No
Is there anything we should know about it?  No
May I speak to Regina's spirit?  Yes
Do you have an entity in your energy field?  Yes
Do you want us to remove it?  Yes
Beings of light, please remove this entity from Regina's energy field now.  Have you?  Yes
Is Regina's energy field 100% free of entities?  Yes
Is Ozzie nervous around Regina?  NO

The next time I was home alone with the dog, he stayed calm and relaxed as I read on the sofa. Our nighttime walk was also surprisingly peaceful. I was so relieved! The barking fits seemed to be over and we had our nice, quiet pitbull back.

But we don't have our relaxed, easygoing pitbull back. This past weekend, while Bob worked (he works every weekend, morning til night), Ozzie replaced his ferocious, non-stop barking with pacing the apartment silently. He went from one room to the other, back and forth, back and forth. Finally he curled up and took a break, just to start his house check again about 10 minutes later. This went on for about an hour.

Then on Sunday, Ozzie the food-crazed shelter dog wouldn’t come into the kitchen for dinner. I rattled his dish and food around, but shockingly he stayed in the living room. I lost patience and grabbed his collar and said, “Dude, it’s dinnertime. Let’s go!” I started to lead him out of the room, but he actually dug in his paws and refused to enter the kitchen.


I lost it. I turned to my current stress releasing tool: Emotional Freedom Technique. I tapped on:

I never wanted a dog in the first place
This dog is crazy
What is he freaking out about?
Is he seeing things or is there a gas leak somewhere?
This dog is a wackjob, freakout, nutcase of an animal and I've had it!

After several minutes of tapping on the idea of peace, I managed to calm down a bit, but not all the way. Ozzie just watched me go through this, shouting at him most of the time as I tapped. He stays remarkably calm when I'm the one getting worked up. Afterwards, he still wouldn't enter the kitchen, so I said, "Fine, don't eat. I'm going back to watching TV."

I tried again an hour later and he finally came into the kitchen, but for the first time he actually stopped eating in the middle and went back to the living room. This was unprecedented. Ozzie has never walked away from a partially full food bowl. A couple of minutes later he came back and finished, but what the hell? And of course, all this behavior went away when Bob came home.

If you believe in the law of attraction, you might say I drew this (wackjob) dog to me because he's my perfect mirror. If you believe in God, you might say God sent (crazy) Ozzie to be the source of my salvation. If you’re a New Age believer, you might say the universe is teaching me lessons and making me a better person through this (freakout of a) dog.

But I know it's a godless, random world and stuff just happens. Was I followed by an entity that Ozzie continues to watch for? Is our kitchen haunted? Or the explanation might be the simplest: someone reminded me that the building next door just started renting over the summer. Maybe Ozzie's freaked out by the new occupants who now live practically outside our windows. But that doesn't explain why he stays on edge when we take walks together. Another friend points out the old folklore connection between black dogs and the supernatural.

All I know is that Ozzie's odd behavior started on Sunday, September 2nd, and I'm ready for it to end. 

Update: Ozzie's weird behavior ended by September 24th. See my post Pet Psychic for a possible explanation of all this.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Idiots on the road

Bob: Honey, there were a lot of idiots on the road tonight.
Me: Really? You know, when I drive I never notice other people acting like idiots.
Pause.
Me: Oh. I guess that means it's me.
Bob said nothing and kept his eyes on his shoes.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

To the well-fed: let yourself feel hungry

Think about what time you ate your last bite last night. Now think of what time you ate your first bite this morning. Now figure out how much time passed between those two events. Do you know what you were doing in that time? You were fasting.

Fasting simply means reducing your typical intake of food. Many well-fed Americans recoil from the idea of fasting, imagining weeks of growing gaunter and weaker until one looks skeletal. But we actually fast every night while we're sleeping and nothing bad happens.

This is what happens: the brain needs glucose for fuel and when the body doesn't have fuel coming in, it breaks down triglycerides (fat) in order to feed the brain. Even when you're not eating, your body maintains its normal metabolic rate, using your stored energy (fat) to keep all processes running smoothly.

Maybe you're thinking, "That's fine for being asleep, but I need food to jump start my metabolism in the morning and give me the energy to get moving. Plus eating frequently throughout the day keeps my metabolism burning more calories. Right?"

Wrong. 

TEF = thermic effect of food

The thermic effect of food does cause our metabolism to rev a little higher as food is digested, but eating small meals frequently does not get you a bigger net daily calorie burn. If you eat three big meals and no snacks, you get three big metabolic boosts. If you eat a bunch of small meals, you get a bunch of small metabolic boosts. It's the same amount of TEF either way. You can't trick your body into burning more calories with frequent snacking.

Maybe you're thinking, "But going hungry makes me weak and unable to think and it lowers my blood sugar level and metabolism."

If your body is used to getting food all day long, you probably will feel hungry or light-headed, maybe tired, if you delay eating. But your metabolism doesn't slow down until you reach a state of starvation.

Starvation = metabolic slowdown  and conservation of calories

But it takes more than 60 hours without food to reach this point. We well-fed people can go without a bite for about three days before our bodies start conserving calories with a lowered metabolic rate. And it takes even longer than that for your body to start doing the other thing people fear: breaking down muscle and endangering your health.

How would humans have survived if hunger impaired the ability to function? Prehistoric humans regularly went without eating while they searched for food. If hunger prevented the human brain from thinking and strategizing, people wouldn't have been able to hunt and gather when they needed to. Hunger couldn't possibly reduce the brain's ability to function or the human race would have died out long ago. Tiredness and fuzzy thinking can hit while your body anticipates the next sugary/starchy snack, but if you push through that stage, your body will start to burn the extra energy we well-fed people carry around at all times.

Now here's the reason that fasting is actually a healthy thing to do: autophagy.

Autophagy = spring cleaning for cells

Without a fuel source, hungry cells will burn their own waste products for energy. This is good because it clears out junk like dead viruses and dead membranes that weigh the cell down. Then when eating resumes and they get new fuel, the cells are healthier and more efficient. Autophagy could be behind the many benefits of fasting. These include:

Reduced inflammation
Increased sensitivity to insulin 
(which means better control of blood sugar levels)
Lower blood pressure
Better illness fighting (“starve a fever”)
More resilience to stress
Reduced epileptic symptoms, especially in children
Better chemotherapy results (fasting benefits normal cells while it weakens cancer cells. It also reduces side effects of chemo)

Last February I began fasting regularly to see if it would help my spring hay fever symptoms. It did. Friends confirmed that skipping a few meals does help allergy symptoms (one person said just reducing sugar helped). 

Also, on a Friday several months ago, I started feeling achiness and a sore throat. Afraid that I'd have a full blown cold by Monday, I did a water-only fast from Saturday noon to Sunday noon. On Monday morning, I felt fine.

Please, well-fed people, let your cells clean house every once in a while. Some health experts promote regular 16-hour to 24-hour fasts of water only, maybe once a week. If it feels good do it, but if it doesn't don't worry about that. Try this instead:

The Experiment:
Stretch your nighttime non-eating period by stopping your eating an hour earlier. Continue the experiment until your nightly fast reaches 12 full hours, if possible. Also, maybe skip a meal every once in a while. Give your cells a chance to clean out and become more efficient through autophagy.

You might think, "But going without food for hours and hours causes overeating and weight gain."

Yeah, that can happen. So don’t do that. If you find yourself stuffing yourself in anticipation of  hours without food, or you feast in the morning because you're "starving," then shorten the amount of time you’re going without food. You want to eat the same amount, just with more of a break at night. But it might not be that hard. I find that if I eat good protein-filled meals, I don’t get as hungry in between and I can comfortably go longer without food, including at night. 

As a rule, I don’t eat between 8:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m. and I try to stick to three meals a day with only a bit of snacking. If you’re a breakfast person, and I am, eat breakfast. But if you’re not, wait until your body really feels like it's ready to eat. My husband doesn't eat his first solid food until about 11:00 a.m. most days. Stretching that nighttime fast is actually just fine for your metabolism, blood sugar, insulin sensitivity and blood pressure.

And if you get too busy to eat during the day, go ahead and skip a meal. It'll give your cells a chance for some spring cleaning and give your liver a rest from constantly processing food and weeding out toxins. For most of us, nothing bad will happen if we allow ourselves to feel hunger. American bodies tend to have plenty of extra stored energy to get us through.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Friday, September 07, 2012

The word "lady," part one


Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person in the Midwest who uses the words "woman" and "women" instead of "lady" and "ladies." Am I the only one who learned during the 1980s that "lady" is euphemistic and sexist?

Historically, the terms "lady" and "gentleman" connoted a standard of social behavior and social standing. A “lady,” in particular, was supposed to be modest, pure, clean, asexual, etc. But we don't use the word “gentlemen” in our daily speech. We use “men,” which is a straight-forward, free, unmarked, unsentimental word. Why didn’t the U.S. make a similar shift to the word “women?”

I believe it's because Americans don’t like to think of our females as free and unsentimental. A man can be any kind of man, but we prefer a woman to "act like a lady," with certain expectations of dress and behavior. Using the word “ladies” when we’re not using the equivalent term “gentlemen” reflects our sexist double standard of behavior. I'm a woman, unmarked and free, but each time someone refers to me as a "lady" I feel hemmed in by expectations of ladylike behavior: for example "ladies" don't use cuss words, sit with their knees apart, burp in public or make their sexual desires clear. None of those protocols appeal to me, so please don't bother calling me a "lady."

But if you're one of those people who only feels comfortable calling women “ladies, ” then at least be consistent about also calling men “gentlemen.” Belief in equality is reflected in using equal terms for females and males, such as talking about "men and women," or “girls and boys,” if everyone’s under the age of 18 (referring to women as "girls" when we don't call men "boys" is also hypocritical and offensive).

My Midwestern friends are bewildered by these views. They think "ladies" is a perfectly innocent word that's respectful and polite. I'm the odd one out on this one, probably because I came of age in the San Francisco Bay Area in the 1980s. But I can't control my emotional reaction to being called a "lady" when I know "ladylike" conduct does not reflect who I am. And it's especially hard for me to hear the terms "men" and "ladies" used as if they're equivalent.

I'm a woman: strong, equal to men and not afraid to be "impolite." If we're not using the word "gentlemen" with equal frequency, I don't see a good reason to use the heavily marked, socially restrictive word "ladies." Now please click here: The word "lady," part two.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

I live with annoying creatures

I enjoyed much of my Labor Day weekend, but not all of it. Saturday was nice, but on Sunday Ozzie developed a fear of the back of our building. Apparently there was evil outside our back door and he would bark himself into a frenzy over it. He's usually a silent dog, so it was very odd and frustrating that for my long weekend he suddenly turned into one of those non-stop barking dogs. He would pace the whole apartment, focused on the back door, sounding his alarm.

When it happened on Sunday, and again on Monday, I did a lot of whispering (“Ozzie, quiet”) and pushing down on his snout because I understand wolves quiet their puppies that way. Usually that works, but when it didn't, I put his Thundershirt on him and gave him Bach flower remedies for fear and nervousness. He still kept barking and prowling the apartment. I turned on his (Bob's) favorite radio station and did some Emotional Freedom Technique tapping with him. The EFT tapping got him the quietest and calmest, but he stayed on edge. On neither day did he completely calm down until Bob came home around 8:00 p.m. (of course the restaurant is open on Labor Day). So on my lovely three-day weekend it was me and a freaked out, annoying dog.

What occurred to me on Tuesday as I left for work, is that last week Bob boiled plain fish and then left the fish water on the stove in the pot. Over the weekend I opened it and saw that mold was starting to grow. I was so grossed out that I told Bob to please wash it out because I couldn’t stand to look at that pot, knowing what was inside. What did Bob do? He put the pot outside the back door until he could get to it! I couldn’t believe it. In this humid weather, he thought that was better??

On Tuesday I said, "Hey, maybe what Ozzie's freaked out about is that pot you left growing on the back porch. It's been out there about the same number of days."

Bob dismissed this idea.

I said, "I'm about to tell you to throw it out and I'll buy a new one."

"I'll take care of it today," he said. And THANK GOD he finally did. Guess what? Ozzie's been fine since then.

I wish I'd made that connection sooner. Of course, I could be wrong and Ozzie could go back to barking all day on my next day off. If he does, I swear I’m hiring a dog psychic.
3 Sept 2012. Ozzie was peaceful here because he was in the car, not our apartment.