.. you believe a tan shopping bag is your dog, it’s definitely time for an eye exam and a new eye-glass prescription.
I only bring this up after spending three or four minutes calling to Lulu (my pup), which led to frustration, due to her lack of discipline and response (to my call).
However, after throwing a wee bit of a tantrum (me, not the dog) because I was not being ‘heard’, I decided to get up and go to her.
Wasn’t I surprised when I realized that:
A. What I thought was Lulu was simply the shopping bag
B. She (the dog) was sitting on a dining room chair right next to me (the entire time).
Need I say more? No, I didn’t think so.