Funny how four little words can take the weight of the world off one's shoulders. That's how we felt today after taking time off work and driving 90 minutes to the dog shrink.
Yes, you read that right. Rogue is in therapy. Up until now, it was too embarrassing to say out loud. Rogue has for some reason turned on Sean. It has been so tense in our formerly happy little family that we found ourselves avoiding even being home.
Turns out, there are lots of people in this world (or at least the greater Portland area) that have the shameful little secret of having a dog with "familial aggression." So while our friends and family may still find us crazy, there are others out there who know our pain, understand and are walking through their own version of hell to try and fix it. Too bad there isn't some way to start a support group for all of us.
So after almost two hours of talking time, we have a place to start, some reading homework and a lot of behavior modification. Mostly on our part!
So here's to mental health for both humans and canine in the family. Because someday I'd like our family portrait to look like this again!