As some of you may know, I have a dog named Frank. If you look up "spoiled dogs" in the dictionary, you see a big picture of Frank. I'm not taking any responsibility for that.
This dog is so spoiled that I can't even have a meal in peace anymore! He goes crazy running around the table, yelping and barking and crying. You would think he was having an operation with no anesthetic! He refuses to eat dog food. He only wants people food. Although once in a while he will eat the food that is made for his kind, but only if he is hand fed by a human!
And it's not just the "food" situation. Frank has to be with me every minute of the day and night. He follows me in and out of every room in the house. He wants to be held at all times. At night he has to sleep either on my pillow beside my head or along side me right up against my body.
When we're in the car, he won't go in his car seat anymore. He wants to be on my lap at all times with his head stuck out the window so he can see what's going on.
Anyway, I think this dog needs a psychiatrist! I happened to tell this story to my doctor the other day when I was in for my annual physical. He immediately made an appointment with the best psychiatrist in Western New York. "I" have to be there next Friday.