So.
Long few days. 2.5 hours at the passport office, plus a skip the line pass to GO back today with some form properly signed. Purolator cannot, for reasons beyond me and 3 phone calls later, find my parents house which I must say is RIGHT OFF THE HIGHWAY. So I have to drive to freakin Niagara-on-the-lake and get a very important package that I need in order to drop a very important document off on Friday. Annie for 3 days...she's actually growing into some quirkiness and is very funny. In the midst of working on this lead management thing, and attempting to make it some sort of tangible felt board something something, Cash's old owner emails me and asks how he's doing.
And I, for all my ability or seemingly inability to write struggle with what to say.
First, I struggle with people who have the ability to give up a dog. Especially a really cute dog, (I mean c'mon, some of the dogs at the park, NOT CUTE not even close) but a really cute dog who's only 6 months old. When I went to get Cash, to the little house in Tonawanda, she said that he destroys everything, eats everything, is rough with the kids, always hungry blah blah blah, barks at everyone and everything...which freaked me out frankly.
He does still bark, but really, not as much. He is the MOST gentle dog I have ever ever seen in my entire life. Really. I can get Molly going well enough that she will inadvertently nip me, but not Cash. No matter what. Him and Molly play so well together, run so well together, just everything is so so easy. He has not destroyed anything. I did find him head first in a jar of peanut butter, and there was the regular butter incident, but y'know my fault for leaving it there.
So then I'm thinking, as I read all these Ceasar Milan books, and consciously assert calm assertiveness when around the dogs...that some people, really just shouldn't have dogs. I mean the poor thing lived in a back yard, which some might say well, you live in an apartment, atleast in the back yard he got to run around...I never understood what that does to a dog...but it makes them kinda anti-social and destructive and bored. Now, the 2 hour to hour and a half walks a day, and the all day runs around the ranch in Fort Erie, the dog SLEEPS when he's home, or chews on a pig ear for a bit.
And he's been hit and yelled at. You can tell. Why I don't know. He's just such a good freakin dog.
People come over, see me with the dogs, and the dogs with me and say that they are so lucky to have me, but I and I do understand this, am so lucky to have THEM. Both good good dogs.
But then I think that maybe, it's not really so much about the dogs as the owners. I never really thought this before, which is weird for an educator...I don't know if I believe there are "bad" dogs...I think they just kinda act out and the way they're raised dictates how they act. Kinda like kids huh?
Anyway, my days are full, and my nights are cosy and snuggly. Cash opts for the spooning spot next to me, while Molly prefers under the covers, at my feet.
Long few days. 2.5 hours at the passport office, plus a skip the line pass to GO back today with some form properly signed. Purolator cannot, for reasons beyond me and 3 phone calls later, find my parents house which I must say is RIGHT OFF THE HIGHWAY. So I have to drive to freakin Niagara-on-the-lake and get a very important package that I need in order to drop a very important document off on Friday. Annie for 3 days...she's actually growing into some quirkiness and is very funny. In the midst of working on this lead management thing, and attempting to make it some sort of tangible felt board something something, Cash's old owner emails me and asks how he's doing.
And I, for all my ability or seemingly inability to write struggle with what to say.
First, I struggle with people who have the ability to give up a dog. Especially a really cute dog, (I mean c'mon, some of the dogs at the park, NOT CUTE not even close) but a really cute dog who's only 6 months old. When I went to get Cash, to the little house in Tonawanda, she said that he destroys everything, eats everything, is rough with the kids, always hungry blah blah blah, barks at everyone and everything...which freaked me out frankly.
He does still bark, but really, not as much. He is the MOST gentle dog I have ever ever seen in my entire life. Really. I can get Molly going well enough that she will inadvertently nip me, but not Cash. No matter what. Him and Molly play so well together, run so well together, just everything is so so easy. He has not destroyed anything. I did find him head first in a jar of peanut butter, and there was the regular butter incident, but y'know my fault for leaving it there.
So then I'm thinking, as I read all these Ceasar Milan books, and consciously assert calm assertiveness when around the dogs...that some people, really just shouldn't have dogs. I mean the poor thing lived in a back yard, which some might say well, you live in an apartment, atleast in the back yard he got to run around...I never understood what that does to a dog...but it makes them kinda anti-social and destructive and bored. Now, the 2 hour to hour and a half walks a day, and the all day runs around the ranch in Fort Erie, the dog SLEEPS when he's home, or chews on a pig ear for a bit.
And he's been hit and yelled at. You can tell. Why I don't know. He's just such a good freakin dog.
People come over, see me with the dogs, and the dogs with me and say that they are so lucky to have me, but I and I do understand this, am so lucky to have THEM. Both good good dogs.
But then I think that maybe, it's not really so much about the dogs as the owners. I never really thought this before, which is weird for an educator...I don't know if I believe there are "bad" dogs...I think they just kinda act out and the way they're raised dictates how they act. Kinda like kids huh?
Anyway, my days are full, and my nights are cosy and snuggly. Cash opts for the spooning spot next to me, while Molly prefers under the covers, at my feet.
posted by Faint faint faintedink at 9:11 a.m.
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