It's Tough to be a Bourgeoisie Leftist

The revolution has a setback...

My dog needs a therapist. There, I’ve said it.

Jazzy has not made the transition to urban living smoothly. Halloween, especially, spooked her. She was terrified by the paper and plastic clothing. The taller-than-usual hair made it worse. She even howled. This is a Pekingese/Chihuahua mix. She never howls. Yet the array of spooktacular characters in our building brought out her inner wolf. I was actually proud at the time.

But in the months since, she hasn’t seemed to recover. She is still scared to walk the long, carpeted hallway to the elevator. I have to carry her. She hides behind me in the elevator when other people enter. If she smells food on them, Jazzy tentatively sniffs in their direction, only to slink away if they talk to her.

On the way back to the apartment, she tries to run. There is never any problem getting her to move towards home, just leaving it. She is very excited for her morning walk, until the front door opens. It’s as if she suddenly realizes her …