Bipolar Chim

Sometimes Linda feels like there isn't a more neurotic dog in the entire world than Chim. There probably is, but she has watched at least 100 episodes of Cesar on The Dog Whisperer and there hasn't been a dog that is weirder than Chimmie on the show.  He is truly bipolar. If a doggie shrink were to exam him, they would put him on Prozac.  He can be the most cheerful, loving and happy pup one minute and then next second he is screaming at the top of his lungs because the leash hit his back during his walk. (That happened just tonight.  Linda thought a snake bit him or something by the way he screamed. It was just my leash touching his back.)  He can be chasing a ball in the yard, jumping and smiling (he does really smile) when all of a sudden a breeze blows a piece of newspaper across the grass and then it's the end of the world.  It's like someone is cutting his tail off the way he flips out.  Without his woobie to suck, he can't function.  He is more gentle with babies than I am and would never hurt anyone.  He loves to give kisses and snuggles.  He's obedient and is super smart.  But if Linda goes out of the house and leaves him running free, he'll chew a dinner size plate in the carpet or an entire piece of floor molding will be gone because he's stressed. 
This is how Linda found him when she got out of the shower today.  He was on The Big Bed, under the covers and was cuddling his woobie.  Her heart just melted.