Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Our bike ride and the "dog whisperer" that I am not. :)

This morning it was only 50 degrees! Now for some of you that seems "normal," but for us Texans this is unusual weather. So I thought it would be great to go for a bike ride with the trailer (Josh and Ash would sit in) and Jaggers our black dog would pull us around the neighborhood. Jag was ecstatic of course. So ecstactic that the dumb dog wouldn't calm down. I pulled a "Caesar Milan" the "dog whisperer" on him, and said, "Ch" and did a dog bite with my hand to stop the behavior. This wasn't working so well. So I thought it must be my "not so calm and assertive energy" that I'm giving off. So I puffed my chest and tried again to "calm" the dog down. He started relaxing a bit, but we had to wait for a long time. Josh and Ash were starting to fight in the trailer, but I was trying to have my calm assertive energy so Jag would eventually give up on his annoying behavior. After about 15 minutes of waiting patiently for the dumb dog to submit to me he finally stopped whining and laid down. Now during this 15 minutes I am "biting" him with my hand and pushing the dog to the ground and holding him so he can calm down. He would and then he'd get back up and we'd start all over again. As we started down the road once he submitted to me he's literally pulling us down the road and this guy that was about 4 houses down gets out of his truck and looks as me like I'm crazy and I look at his car advertisement and it say, "Petiquette, How to train the perfect dog."
My first question is this,
1. How long was this "dog trainer" watching me in my driveway with Jaggers?
2. Was he laughing, because I am now!

For those of you that don't watch the dog whisperer this may have been the dumbest post ever, sorry.

2 comments:

  1. Guess what? I've never seen the show nor do I know a thing about dogs. I was still laughing my booty off. I was picturing you and just laughing.

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  2. I always thought you were the dog whisperer....

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