193 - Alternative Diciplines
We are dog-sitting one of our favorite dogs this weekend, Pippin! Pippin is such a great dog, that even our own beloved pooch, Macey, tolerates him (for any and all other dogs, she has a strict "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT THERE TO BE ANY OTHER DOGS THAT EXIST GET IT AWAY GET IT AWAY I HATE YOU" policy when it comes to other dogs being within smelling distance).
Unfortunately, once he got here and his owner had left, not two minutes later he starting ripping around the house peeing on everything, in a happy/excited way. Like "OH BOY I REMEMBER THIS CHAIR I LIKE THIS CHAIR! HERE, CHAIR! HAVE SOME PEE! I GOTTA GO TALK TO THAT DESK AND MAYBE PEE ON IT TOO! BYE I LOVE YOU!"
As I prepared my soapy water and scrub brish for our little game of Follow The Pee-der, I tried to remember how Pippin's family dealt with discipline. I remembered them being a great source of knowledge regarding doggie discipline, how rolled-up newspapers and rubbing their nose in it isn't really effective at all unless you can catch the dog in the act, otherwise it just seems like a weird, sadistic punishment for them having obeyed your command to "COME HERE". "How DARE you come when I call you? Just for THAT, I'm going to drag you across the room by your collar and shove your face in some urine!"
Our little dog, Macey, we discipline differently; we use guilt and sarcasm combined with what is currently called "Negging", and BOY OH BOY does it WORK!
"Oh Macey... I never figured a beautiful dog like *you* would be the type to jump on the table to get TABLE SCRAPS... I always expected so much more from you! I guess I really shouldn't have had such unreal ideals for you... after all, you *are* just a DOG..."
This, of course, makes her reevaluate her life-choices that have lead her to such a terrible station in life, and grim resolve to turn herself around. Training montage. I think.
Unfortunately, once he got here and his owner had left, not two minutes later he starting ripping around the house peeing on everything, in a happy/excited way. Like "OH BOY I REMEMBER THIS CHAIR I LIKE THIS CHAIR! HERE, CHAIR! HAVE SOME PEE! I GOTTA GO TALK TO THAT DESK AND MAYBE PEE ON IT TOO! BYE I LOVE YOU!"
As I prepared my soapy water and scrub brish for our little game of Follow The Pee-der, I tried to remember how Pippin's family dealt with discipline. I remembered them being a great source of knowledge regarding doggie discipline, how rolled-up newspapers and rubbing their nose in it isn't really effective at all unless you can catch the dog in the act, otherwise it just seems like a weird, sadistic punishment for them having obeyed your command to "COME HERE". "How DARE you come when I call you? Just for THAT, I'm going to drag you across the room by your collar and shove your face in some urine!"
Our little dog, Macey, we discipline differently; we use guilt and sarcasm combined with what is currently called "Negging", and BOY OH BOY does it WORK!
"Oh Macey... I never figured a beautiful dog like *you* would be the type to jump on the table to get TABLE SCRAPS... I always expected so much more from you! I guess I really shouldn't have had such unreal ideals for you... after all, you *are* just a DOG..."
This, of course, makes her reevaluate her life-choices that have lead her to such a terrible station in life, and grim resolve to turn herself around. Training montage. I think.