We now have 3 kids, but before there were kids, there was Molly. All 50 pounds of her 4-legged, black-furried, long-tongued, slobbery doggness. She was our one and only.
When we moved to a new town and a small yard, Molly got a little rowdy. She barked a little too much. Okay, a lot too much. Okay, okay, we got a warning from the city that they’d fine us if she didn’t quit. So we got a bark collar.
J is such a great dad, and was then, too. He didn’t want to use the collar on Molly until he tested it to see if it worked and to decide if we should use it. Can I just stop the story here by saying it did and we didn’t?
Ouch.
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