Carol Baskins

Carol Baskins – Comfort Animal

Who knew that murdering bitch Carol Fucking Baskins could be a comfort to all mankind?

The Sugar Mama knew, that’s who.

Our Nervous Nelly of a Chiweenie did not look “comfortable” to me. She looked like a super spreader for anxiety. Every evening that dog runs in circles and spins her tail like a helicopter until she is let out for a mile long walk/run. (I walk, she runs).

During the day there is the incessant following of “the daddy” (that’s me) for every step in the house, every trip to empty the trash and right straight into the bathroom — like I’m her lost 250-pound security blanket that pees 4 times a day.

“It will be great,” Sugar Mama said. “When she is done with this training she can come into the classroom with me.”

I could not picture our 11-pound mound of hyperactivity fitting in well with the newly minted hormones of 150, 7th graders.

“This is gonna be like throwing a hummingbird into a roost of chickens — somebody is going to lose their shit,” I mumbled under my breath just quiet enough for Sugar Mama not to hear.

With a pocket full of chopped hotdogs and a new 6-foot leash on life, off they went to comfort animal training.

Carol learned “sit, stay” and sort of “lay down” — she will only lay down on carpet or pillow. On the hard tile, she fights to stay up like a boxer in the 15th round.

Amazingly, she learned “place.” Point to an area and she runs there immediately — as long as you have hot dogs in your hand. She might as well carry a protest sign:

No treats

No place

Carol Fucking Baskins in her “place” — a fold-up mini tent with the roof off.

There are two sections of classes, and a final test. Carol passed Comfort Animal 101 — only 2 out of 7 dogs failed.

Proof she passed. Ignore the subject/verb error “has…” I pointed out to “the Boy” (aged 30) that the dog now has twice as many certificates on our fridge as he ever had. He and his fiancé were not impressed.

Now Carol’s on to “Comfort Dog 102”. Six weeks of more of the same, but she has to learn how not to bark or run away from people. Not sure how she is going to get through that.

“At the test they bring in strange people and shuffle their feet at her to see if she will react,” Sugar Mama said.

She just barked at me because I put on a hat. I don’t think she going to pass.

But if she does — Carol Baskins will be the new kid in Sugar Mama’s classroom. Won’t that be a comfort to us all.

Carol sporting her “in training” jacket that will get her into any store or restaurant. And yes, she is small enough to fit on a single floor tile.

Update: Oct. 20, 2021

Carol Fucking Baskins is a full-fledged comfort animal. She passed her “test” this past weekend. No treats, no second chances. But she managed not to bark at strangers and let some weird lady touch her ass and pull her tail without an emotional melt down. Good practice for a classroom full of 7th graders. Today was her first day in the room, and I haven’t been called to come rescue her from the crew.

8 replies »

  1. I hope the kids in Sugar Mama’s classroom never learn her middle name. (Won’t that be fun though? I can just imagine them calling her full name all day 😉 ) Maybe start calling her Carol F. Baskins? 🙂

    Deb

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