Bingo is the dog. . he mostly stays right by M's mom. We don't have a leash so I can't try to take him for a walk yet. The yard is big enough for him to run around to do his business.

He basically cowers or growls when I'm around.

When he was originally brought here I played with him and he was fine and seemed to like me. Since then he doesn't like me.

Bingo is the dog.

I'm pretty sure you meant to say "Bingo is his name-O."

Matilda is running a fever, so she has spent the day in bed directly in opposition to my hopes and plans for her.

Any way you can be the one who feeds him, askye? If not, maybe just ignore him as much as possible. Don't try to pet him, but don't avoid him either. If he snarls or snaps and you retreat, he's gonna keep doing that.

Edit: I should say, "dog I cannot pet" is definitely a form of torture.

Tonight we went to the Brian Piccolo awards banquet honoring the top scholar athlete from each of the 41 high schools in Broward County. We sat at the table for the HS Brendon coaches basketball for, although the young man being honored does football, basketball, and track. Seeing and listening to these incredibly hard working and honorable young men is giving me hope for our future. The awards are based on scholastics, sports, and community service, as well as recommendations. How many of these incredible young men are immigrants? I can't know exactly, but I'll bet it is about 75%. So at the same time filled with hope seeing the level of accomplishment of our youth, and worried sick that they are hated by so many.

Providing his food would get you into, at minimum, better graces. If you're the sole feeder, usually dogs will place you higher in the Humans I Give A GoshDang About. (Dogs don't swear.)

Even not super-food motivated dogs gotta eat every day.

Flames on the side of my face FOREVER.

I always think I'm going to get/be over it and not so much.

I always think I'm going to get/be over it and not so much.

Still not over it, still angry anytime anyone mentions TVT.