Once upon a time, I had the greatest dog ever. Then she died.
After that, despite much prayer and deliberation, we had a string of not-so-great dogs. For the purposes of this writing, I shall call them The One Who Tried to Eat Our Kid, The One Who Tried to Eat Our Niece, and The One Who Tried to Eat Our Kid II.
Then we got Tucker. He has many good qualities, not the least of which is that he’s never tried to eat anyone. He’s cute, lovable, affectionate, and unquestionably the dog for us … but bless his heart he’s just not right.
I have a Psychology minor that’s gathering dust in my brain, so I decided to put it to use and figure out what might be wrong with my dog. (Note: I took some leeway with the DSM V criteria, because the authors didn’t have the foresight to include adaptations for diagnosing pets. If you’re a purist who can’t stomach that, look away now.)
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