Sunday, October 27, 2019

Poco a Poco

And now it’s time for the weekly Gail report.

I have had nearly 4 weeks with my new pup, and Gail is now 12 weeks old. It is utterly amazing how long that four weeks feels, but also how much progress has been made. Just yesterday she was able to go down the back door stairs for the first time.

This is a huge breakthrough, since she has to go down three steps in order to go outside. Once she started doing it on her own, we practiced again and again, down the stairs, out the door, around the yard, in the door, up the stairs, and have a treat! Huzzah!

And after all that, she still went in and pissed on the carpet, but that’s what the Bissel is for… That’s also why I’m replacing the wall to wall carpet with the sheet vinyl flooring that I purchased from Home Depot a couple weeks ago. It looks like real wood. I’m installing it myself, so it might take me a while.

One other thing Gail has managed to accomplish is getting up onto the couch on her own. She’s still working on being able to jump up onto the bed, but for now there is a step she can use to climb up on her own.

She fully grasps the concept of her name, and usually obeys “come here”. We’re also making pretty good progress on “stay”, and most importantly, “Let it go” with regards to the cat. As Gail has gotten bigger, putting an end to her predatory cat chasing is an absolute priority.

Of course to train her, I grab her by the neck and slam her against the wall as hard as I can while yelling, “Let it go!” She usually drops the cat after the first three slams, but more recently it feels like she’s finally starting to take the hint and avoid the cat altogether… Don’t I wish… If I’m not there to say, “A-Ah! Let it go!” followed by a treat, she will chase Alex like a walking squeak toy.

And that’s why four weeks feels like forever. A few nights ago she picked up her water dish and slung it around the kitchen while I was doing the dishes, then she chased the cat while I stumbled around on the newly installed “Slip ‘N Slide”.

But then she curled up next to me in bed last night and slept like a little angel, and for a moment I thought, it’s going to be all right.


Kudos

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It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and prove it.

Pax,

-f2x

Lobster Tales

A man saw a sign on a restaurant that read, “Today’s Special: Lobster Tales – $2.00”

So he went inside and told the waitress that he was there for the special and would like two lobster tails.

The waitress informed him that since it was a special, he would have to pay in advance.

The man pulled out his wallet and handed the waitress four dollars, which she quickly tucked into her pocket.

The waitress then asked the man, “Are you ready for your first tale?”

“Boy, I sure am!” said the man enthusiastically.

Then she began “Once upon a time there was this little lobster…”

Pedestrian Crossing

As the man stepped off the curb to cross the street, a car careened around the corner about a block away.

With the car speeding towards him, the man picked up the pace to cross the road faster, but then the driver suddenly swerved to change lanes.

Panicked, the man darted back towards the side of the street he came from, but again the car swerved back into its original lane and was headed straight towards the man.

Now terrified, the man froze in place. The car screeched sideways, coming to a halt, mere inches from the pedestrian.

The motor still purred as the power window rolled down. To the man’s surprise there was a squirrel behind the wheel of the car.

Before the man could respond to what just happened, the squirrel said, “Not as easy as it looks, now is it?”

Pricey Coffee

A beggar approached a well-dressed man walking down the street and asked, “Say pal, could you spare twenty bucks for a cup of coffee?”

“Twenty dollars?!” exclaimed the gentleman. “Listen my dear fellow, nowhere in this town will you find a place that charges that much for a cup of coffee!”

“I know,” said the panhandler, “but it’s my girlfriend’s birthday, and I wanted to knock off early.”

Can You Count?

After his family moved to a new town, little Johnny had his first day at a new school. His previous school records seemed to be misplaced, so the principal was trying to assess Johnny’s education level.

“Can you count to ten?” asked the principal.

“I sure can!” beamed little Johnny. “My dad taught me how!”

“Well then, what comes after nine?” quizzed the principal.

“Ten!” said little Johnny.

“And do you know what comes after ten?”

With a confident smile, Johnny replied, “The Jack!”

Guilty Conscience

After his female coworker fell quite ill, Bob drove her home from work. Though it was an innocent gesture, it concerned him that if his wife found out, she would fly into a jealous rage.

After work, Bob and his wife had plans to dine out. On the way to the restaurant he noticed a high-heel shoe peeking out from under the passenger seat.

Bob was afraid his wife would discover that another woman had been in the car, so he waited until she was looking out her window before scooping up the shoe and tossing it out the driver’s window.

With a sigh of relief, he pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot and parked the vehicle. As he was about to get out of the car, his wife asked, “Honey, have you seen my other shoe?”

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Doggone Web Advice

So in case you haven’t heard, I recently procured a lab pup following the loss of my beloved Grace. Now Grace was a very good dog. Though I raised her from pup, I resist taking full credit for why she turned out to be so remarkable. I really think Grace was just born that way.

The new pup, Gail, is not so naturally graceful. She has a lot of issues that need to be addressed, and I’m not above using the internet to find suggestions on how to deal with those issues.

The biggest problem with internet advice is the signal to noise ratio, and this is never truer than looking for behavioral training advice on dogs. There are a few things that work for most dogs, some things that work for some dogs, and a lot of things that will never work for your dog.

Take crating your pup… for instance… My vet even thought this was a great idea. This. did. not. work.

I put the crate in the kitchen, lined it with a cozy comforter, filled it with toys, played with her in and around it for a few days. Fed her treats and food in it. So far so good, right? Then we put the door on it, and we tried a few sessions where she spent time in it, but then let her out if she became agitated, and always positive rewards! Great! But then it’s time to go back to work…

What I came home to… Oh God… I’m still having nightmares…

Not only had she shit in her properly sized crate, she also managed to roll around in it, and stomp a considerable amount of the excrement through the cage, creating a fine spray of shit all over the kitchen.

That crate is in the city dump now. When I leave for work, I closed the doors to certain rooms, but otherwise Gail now has free roam of the house. Other than having to clean the pee and the poo from the carpets and tossing out the latest shreds from the remains of the couch, there really aren’t any behavioral problems to which I can speak…

…without fear of repercussions.


Kudos

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Oh, in case you were wondering which jokes were Glenn’s and which came from George last week, it was a trick: They were all from George.

Pax,

-f2x

Postal Employment

Marcus got a job at the Post Office sorting the mail. He separated the letters so fast that his motions were practically a blur.

At the end of his first day the supervisor remarked, “I just want you to know, you are one of the fastest workers we’ve ever had!”

“Thank you, Sir,” beamed Marcus, “and tomorrow I’m going to do even better!”

“Better?” the supervisor asked with astonishment. “How can you possibly do any better than you did today?”

Marcus explained, “Tomorrow I’m going to actually read the addresses.”