Have you ever had that moment where you wish you could just speak “animal” for a little while? Just long enough to explain to your animal how much easier life would be if they would just stop doing x or y? Or at least understand why they are doing x or y? In my world, if that wish were to come true, the animal in question would be Wally. Look at him:
So handsome, but so, so stupid. I love him to death, he’s a very sweet boy, but I would love to figure out why he turns into Cujo when a yorkie walks by the house. And occasionally tries to jump on random passers by. And if in fact anything is upstairs in the beautiful head of his. As of next week, we’re going to find out. I’m taking Wally to doggie school. He’s enrolled in a class called “Growly Dog” where we’ll try to figure out what it is that makes him bark at other dogs (and the occasional passerby.) I have high hopes for the class, they advocate positive reinforcement and using clickers to divert the dogs attention from the things that scare/agitate them and we’ve started using some of the techniques with amazing results.
Fingers crossed. And now, a random cute dog picture. Enjoy!