My friend, who happens to be in the Army, stopped by yesterday while in uniform. Yep, you guessed it, Marley FREAKED! Barking, growling, and stomping her feet at him. She found her toy, life was good, then she loved him. The other day I was sitting on my bed talking to the dogs. Marley walked to the door, turned around, and she went off (I had not moved). She charged me, barking and growling, like I was an intruder. Carmen looked at her like what the heck? My voice jogged her memory and it was like "Oh its you!" She returned to her wiggly and happy self. Not sure what her issue is, but hopefully we can work through it.
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