Tasha, Come! Tasha, COME! Come ON Tasha! Tasha, COME RIGHT NOW! GET over here...Tasha....RIGHT NOW!
Sit, Cody. Sit. Sit. Sit, Cody. SIT!
Sound familiar? Far too often, this type of "banter" is the primary way we try to communicate with our dogs.
Tasha, Come! Tasha, COME! Come ON Tasha! Tasha, COME RIGHT NOW! GET over here...Tasha....RIGHT NOW!
Sit, Cody. Sit. Sit. Sit, Cody. SIT!
Sound familiar? Far too often, this type of "banter" is the primary way we try to communicate with our dogs.
Or technically, the "Teenage Dog 5". Last week, I began to notice that Snickers, my 20 month old "puppy" was looking a little, shall we say, "thicker"? So we got on the scale this morning and sure enough, she's gone from 42 lbs up to 47 lbs since the last time I weighed her, which was probably in October. Yikes!
I was deathly afraid of dogs as a child. According to my parents, I could spot a dog blocks away and, as only a 3 year old can do, have a full blown meltdown. They suspected my fear began when a friend's German Shepherd nipped me, but they don't know for sure. When asked at church about my little scratch, I did proclaim "that damn Corky did it".