OK. I’m just gonna throw this out first thing. I am so consistent and such an awesome dog training/owner-type person that now when I call Grover in from the back yard, he comes only as far as 5′ from the back door and looks at me. Hello? I offer him cookies. I call his name and move aside. After nothing works (that has always worked before) I go out and touch his collar and tell him to come inside and he does. Granted, his breed is a stubborn breed, but I don’t think he’s being stubborn. I think I’m not communicating to him (Lord only knows how he could be missing my point). Excuse me. deep breath. OK. So, although we are knitters and spinners and wonderful human beings and maybe not dog trainers, does anyone have any ideas because I’m open. Joy recommended a blogger, Patricia McConnell, an animal behaviorist who writes about dogs and training. She is quite wonderful and she writes like I think, but maybe a bit more cohesively. I suppose I shouldn’t feel too bad because her dog has become afraid to come into her bedroom at night to sleep. Still, how hard is it to convey welcome without words? Of course, I’m conveying welcome from one species or thing to another which in our case is like a chimpanzee chatting with a chorizo.
Thank you. I feel better already. Now. I’m being visited by the Pissyfairy. The bitch is back, but this time she is making the grass grow so fast that I have had to cut it twice. That is completely unfair. It’s only the 16th of April. At this rate I’ll have to cut it all spring AND summer long. I haven’t even fed the grass. Anybody and everybody is welcome to her if you don’t mind cutting grass (I’m talking about the Pissyfairy). I consider it a complete waste of time. I would so love to have a goat or sheep, but there are things like laws and codes that make my mind go all fuzzy and shut down.
The picture is of spring beauties. They are tiny little white flowers that appear only in early spring in lawns. If you put down an herbicide, they die. I refuse to kill them. They are so lovely. Besides, I don’t believe in herbicides. And, a bit of housekeeping. I changed back to the old set up, but put in a picture of the Missouri river. Just in case you had noticed or cared.
To send you off into your weekend (and, I hope it’s a great one), here’s the soundtrack of the day. Crank the volume and get up and dance. Jimi Hendrix and “Crosstown Traffic”
Have a wonderful weekend!!!!!!!!!!!