Yikes

Well, this is probably going to sound downright silly to everyone, but the other day I contacted a behavioral therapist for the dog. Yeah, the dog. Melanie had suggested it as an option, so I thought I'd inquire at the very least, since I'm taking Bandit's fear-aggression issues pretty seriously.

Basically, a behavioral therapist is someone who has a PhD in animal behavior, and is certified. Which translates to lots of money. The lady I contacted was very helpful, but wow, her services are expensive. I don't know how much therapy costs for humans, but I can't imagine it costs much more.

So that's going on the back burner for now. I'm gonna keep trying my best with what we've been doing for now. Ah, the stress!

Deepali just reminded me that I missed the American Idol auditions again this year. They'd upped the age limit from 24, so I would have qualified this year. We're not sure what they bumped it up to - 26 or 28. If it's 28, I could do it next year! Yeah right, lol. I can hold a tune, but I don't have that kind of range, and frankly, I don't think my voice sounds all that great. ;P

We watched "Lost" last night. I still can't figure out what's up with Terry O'Quinn's character. He usually plays shady guys, so I'm not sure if he's good or bad. Marc said, "anyone who makes a dog whistle can't be a bad guy." Which is pretty good logic, if you ask me.