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THANKS very much to the readers who sent notes of concern this week. I was in Florida taking care of an elderly aunt who just got out of the hospital. My aunt, who has lived alone most of her life and has many serious, chronic health problems, just got out of the hospital and needed intensive help. I thought I might be able to post while I was away but it was all too much, not only caring for my aunt but trying to survive the week without being attacked by her small dog. According to the American Kennel Club, the Havanese is “a small sturdy dog of immense charm.” My aunt’s Havanese must be an anomaly. No matter how good I was to “Bo” (short for Bonaparte) — taking him for walks, petting him on my lap, feeding him hot chicken — he still snarled, yapped ferociously and lunged at me whenever I approached or walked away from my aunt. Bo was fine if I had him on a leash. He was a terror when he was free. One night he loudly barked at me, as if I was an intruder who had just broken in, on-and-off throughout the night as I tried to sleep on the couch. He bit me twice. My aunt’s remedy for his misbehavior was to feed him treats and cuddle him. Bo is her baby. The psychodynamics of this kind of relationship, once set in place, are inalterable.
So, dear reader, I was too overwhelmed to pay any attention to the rest of the world.





