We have to have another talk


I registered my five year old for kindergarten on Friday. When we were finished with the process the person who performed the intake gave my daughter a backpack filled with school supplies and other trinkets. My daughter was very pleased with her new backpack.

In this backpack was a pair of safety scissors. Blunt tip but still sharp. I have talked with my daughter many many times about cutting her hair. I have taken her to the hair salon too many times to fix her attempts at hair styling. When I saw that there were scissors I reminded her that we were not going to cut our hair, my hair or Barbie’s hair. She agreed with me and said all she wanted to do was cut pictures out of magazines for her collection. My daughter has a collection of everything: Rocks, dead leaves, lint from the dryer, whatever interests her at the moment.

I agreed and let her have the scissors.

When she was finished with the scissors she put them in her pencil box. This went on for three days and I thought to myself we are past the hair cutting phase.

Tonight as I was talking to my neighbor and petting the big dumb dog I noticed that he has about twenty chunks of hair missing. He isn’t named the big dumb dog for nothing.

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Bad Dog!

Since I started working outside of the house again I have found that the little rental dog has regressed to pooping upstairs while I am away. When she came to our house from my parents she was not fully trained and had also suffered numerous losses and changes to her routine. I cut her some slack but there were times when I really thought I was going to be dropping her off at the animal shelter because she just didn’t seem to be “getting it”. When we moved to this house a year ago she miraculously changed her ways and has never had one accident. Until now.

I have found a few ‘presents’ in the last couple of weeks. I went back to training mode by holding the gift to her nose, scolding her with a big “bad dog” and sending her outside.

Last night when I got home from work both dogs were huddled on the deck in the rain. The son had let them out when he got home from school, about three hours before. I let them in and went upstairs to check my email. While I’m waiting for the computer to find the wireless the big dumb dog follows me upstairs with the daughter right behind. The daughter and I are talking while I am checking my mail, she is behind me and I can not see her face. She shouts in a very loud voice that the big dumb dog has to poop. I turn around and lo and behold the big dumb dog is taking a dump right in the doorway. About three feet from where I am working. I’m horrified!

This dog knows better, he has been sitting outside for three hours and worst of all I have been blaming the other dog for this mistake. I grab the big dumb dog in midpoop and drag him downstairs and outside where I reprimand him with a wagging finger for several minutes. He just sits there looking at me with the big droopy eyes and his ears back. He knows he was a bad dog. I leave him outside while I go find the rental dog and apologize to her for blaming her for his bad deeds. It slowly occurs to me that I have been reasoning with not one but two very stupid dogs and they probably have no idea what I am trying to communicate to them.

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Two Stupid Dogs III

My dogs are stupid, I think I have mentioned that a few times. They are both lovable and cute but seriously lacking in intelligence. They also bark. In our old house we were on the corner lot. This gave the dogs plenty of opportunity to bark and everyone walking by. I had a neighbor who did not like to hear the dogs bark. I don’t blame her but most of the time it wasn’t my dogs barking. Yeah right. She would call or stop by and complain about the dogs. It didn’t help that her son was the child on the block who was the tattletale. All the other kids either stayed away from him or picked on him. She often complained about my son along with the dogs. Every block has one of these people.

Because I did not want her calling me or coming over I would become very nervous when I let the dogs out. I would hurry them in as soon as possible. I felt bad for the dogs since they wanted to be outside so I got in the habit of shaking the dog treats box at the door and they would come running. I realize the dogs have me trained. And I have tried other methods that are somewhat torurous but they didn’t seem to work. I tried a barking collar, a shock collar, that shocked the bassador every time he barked. It had no effect on him at all. He didn’t flinch. I know it worked because my son tried it on his friend. He flinched. A lot.

Anyway, when I moved to this house I was worried the dogs would bark and piss off my neighbors. Both neighbors on either side have a dog and they both bark occasionally. Both neighbors have told me they are not the least bit upset about the occasional barking and we all tell each others dogs to shut up. The feeling is in this neighborhood that if the dogs bark occasionally none of us are in danger of being robbed or burglarized. I have really cool neighbors. I still shake the treat box to get them in however. Habit I guess. I do make them do the only trick they know to receive the treats. They can both sit. Nothing else but sit.

I shook the box and the little one came in immediately, she always comes in when I call her it’s the other one that doesn’t. The little one is a cocker spaniel. I thought these dogs were supposed to be good hunting/flushing kinds of dogs. All dogs are supposed to have a great sense of smell, though neither one of them seem to be aware of the stench they make, I threw the treat for the cocker and then let the other one in and gave him a treat. Meanwhile the cocker is searching for her treat, she can’t find it even though it is literally right in front of her. Evidently they aren’t so good at seeing things on an oriental rug.

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