More about Bayley.
13 November 2001
Here's Bayley, playing with one of the cat's toys,
a few feathers on a string. The cats usually jump high into the
air to catch it as we swing it around the room. Bayley grabs it
and pulls with all her might, a growling tug-of-war battle.
At one point yesterday, Susan and the kids decided
that it would be best to bring the dog back to the animal shelter.
We just got her last Friday and it seemed she was already affecting
our home in a negative way: soiling the carpet, chewing on things,
terrorizing the cats, whining and scratching at the back door, barking
at the us, the cats, and her own reflection, etc., etc. Snickers
and Jazzy are relegated to tabletops, chairs, and counters when
Bayley is in the house. This is not acceptable.
The main reason behind their decision was that
this dog really does require personal attention. With our busy schedules,
it seemed somewhat cruel to leave Bayley in the house "alone"
without human companionship.
This morning, Scott was saying his goodbyes to
Bayley when I left with Matt for school. When I returned home a
few minutes later, Scott had already left with the carpool and Bayley
was in her cage near the back door. Scott had distributed little
notes around the house pleading, "Don't take him back. Please!"
Having worked all night in my office, I spent the
morning with Bayley and the cats. No problems at all. Everyone was
Bayley remains. The saga continues...