I saw Willie last night, and there was agitation. Mom needed to use the blender, and Willie was instructed to stay nearby. He and mom and I were in the kitchen. Kitchens are triggers for Willie. He looks for stuff that sets him off. He asks to “borrow” food. The food is never anything he likes. I don’t understand the purpose of this. Sometimes, though, if it’s in a glass container, it may be something he wants to smash. So mom has Willie sit. In a chair, on the floor. Just sit. When I get enough notice of a Willie … Continue reading Willie@4Ever!