From the title of this post, you might have thought that this was about Pearson and I (just joking). It is about the true beauty of our house, Mae and our actual beast, Ditka. As I have mentioned previously, our dog, Ditka, is my problem "child." I don't mean this in a half joking light hearted type of way either. When I say "problem," I don't mean that my dog has the occasional accident in the house, freaks out when it is thundering, or barks at the mailman (which she does do). Ditka has bona fide behavioral issues that manifest itself in aggression to folks that enter our house, as well as, the occasion passerby on the street. We have had one incident in our house but I don't care to talk about that now.
Pearson and I were faced with a hard decision a couple of years ago whether to put Ditka down or continue working with her. We obviously chose the latter. I don't say this to make it sound like we deserve a medal from PETA. I say this because I think Pearson and I are under the Marine's philosophy of never leaving anyone behind. After hiring a behavioral specialist and spending countless hours training, Ditka is somewhat more manageable and a little less unpredictable. Also, she is on a lifetime of doggie prozac.
I bring up the topic of the beast not only because I have been meaning to write about her for some time but I was recounting a story to Pearson about the dog and my dad. Without fail, about every other time, I talk to my dad on the phone he asks me the exact same question. Our conversation goes like this:
Dad/Grandpa: How is that dog with Mae?
Me: Good. They both really like each other.
(I think it goes without saying that Pearson and I would never jeopardize Mae or anyone else's safety. If we feared that Ditka was at all aggressive around Mae we would immediately get rid of her, no questions asked.)
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