Doberkids

Raven’s made me think outside the box…the vocal box, that is. I’ve used my voice to try to quiet her down, but I have found a very simple instrument that helps tremendously and doesn’t require straining my vocal chords. It’s a drinking pail and a butter knife. Clank clank clank!

When Raven is screaming in her crate, I clang the knife in the pot, and she doesn’t like that. Frankly, I don’t either, but it works better than squirting her or screaming my lungs out. And when I open the back door to let her out now, I use my new hallowed drum, and it not only keeps Raven at bay till I am ready to let her out, it keeps everyone else in order. No more crowding the door! No more knocking the human over!

Mark one for Helen today!

No, she’s not supposed to be up there doing this.

If I don’t play with her, I don’t get to finish doing laundry or weeding or picking up doo-doo.

Ignoring Raven is hard work. Have you ever tried stepping over a 2-foot 4-legged big-eyed tornado?

This is one of Raven’s looks when she doesn’t get her way. Lovely, isn’t she?

She is foaming at the mouth after barking and barking and barking at me to serve her dinner first. I don’t. That’s why she looks like a rabid beast.