Jumps-a-lot
I finally got my little bucket lined with compostable bag for collection of dog poop for composting. It's already half full (2-gallon bucket) (maybe 5 days' worth). Princess Poops-a-lot is prolific. It's been well over a week without rain and with lots of sunshine. Phenomenal, but chilly, frosting the fallen leaves the LawnMasters guys forgot to collect. Cold dry dog poop is such a joy to pick up. It's the small things that really matter.
Tonight is our first dog obedience class. Today Charly joyfully knocked down a small girl (maybe 4 years old) in our local dog park. She wasn't hurt, just scared, crying. Stupid mothers. I shouted, scolded, then spanked Charly when she tried to jump on the girl again while she was down, and Charly looked all wide-eyed innocence at me. Can it be she can't distinguish a child her size from a dog her size? Charly and I packed our bags and left for home. She didn't get a walk yesterday and was even more wildly springy than usual. I've been lax on leash training lately, and preparing for obedience class by not using the prong collar lately (not permitted there), so she's taking advantage and wearing out my left arm. I keep thinking obedience classes are my savior, but it will probably take weeks to even get to training at that level. We'll see what happens tonight.
I went to a friend's place Tuesday night for dinner and some music practice (my first time in decades trying to play with anyone else). It (trying to play together) was stressful, but I loved it and want more. Next time we will delay the drinking of wine and whiskey until after practice, which should improve at least my whistling. She had also invited Charly, to my surprise & gratitude, and by golly the dog was perfectly sweet, polite, and responsive to behavior advice. Charly didn't even jump up on her. As she's in a wheelchair, maybe she was low enough already that Charly didn't feel the need to self-elevate. Contrasting this with her abominable behavior today, I'm confused. At home, she even jumps on me when I try to do a yoga pose, though we are working on that. Perhaps my friend just has a knowing way with dogs.
I'm trying to imagine Newt Gingrich as president, wondering if I will have to do what I've been threatening to do for years -- move to Canada.
Tonight is our first dog obedience class. Today Charly joyfully knocked down a small girl (maybe 4 years old) in our local dog park. She wasn't hurt, just scared, crying. Stupid mothers. I shouted, scolded, then spanked Charly when she tried to jump on the girl again while she was down, and Charly looked all wide-eyed innocence at me. Can it be she can't distinguish a child her size from a dog her size? Charly and I packed our bags and left for home. She didn't get a walk yesterday and was even more wildly springy than usual. I've been lax on leash training lately, and preparing for obedience class by not using the prong collar lately (not permitted there), so she's taking advantage and wearing out my left arm. I keep thinking obedience classes are my savior, but it will probably take weeks to even get to training at that level. We'll see what happens tonight.
I went to a friend's place Tuesday night for dinner and some music practice (my first time in decades trying to play with anyone else). It (trying to play together) was stressful, but I loved it and want more. Next time we will delay the drinking of wine and whiskey until after practice, which should improve at least my whistling. She had also invited Charly, to my surprise & gratitude, and by golly the dog was perfectly sweet, polite, and responsive to behavior advice. Charly didn't even jump up on her. As she's in a wheelchair, maybe she was low enough already that Charly didn't feel the need to self-elevate. Contrasting this with her abominable behavior today, I'm confused. At home, she even jumps on me when I try to do a yoga pose, though we are working on that. Perhaps my friend just has a knowing way with dogs.
I'm trying to imagine Newt Gingrich as president, wondering if I will have to do what I've been threatening to do for years -- move to Canada.
posted by Cranky Ol' Lady at 4:37 PM
1 Comments:
I can't wait to hear tales of the obedience class. Stupid mothers with young kids in dog parks should be politely to go to a child park... there are plenty of those.
I'm jealous of your music-playing with "a friend"
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