784. I like to run a tight ship.

It’s July 3, the beginning of the holiday weekend.  Everyone I know is away.

The City is empty. I love when it’s like that. I’m going to put my time to good use. I’m going to make sure my dog isn’t a pussy just because his brother is one.


I started training him last night.

Julie, Violet and I were sitting on the couch.

Ray was staring at the wheat thin I was eating. I decided no time like the present.

I held up the wheat thin, “Sit”

He stared at me blankly without moving.

“Good boy” I gave him the wheat thin.

Perfect. Who wants one of those ass kissy little trick dogs?

Now if I can just teach him not to fetch.

That’s not going to be that easy. You can’t put anything down without the little bastard bringing it to you and dropping it at your feet.


11 thoughts on “784. I like to run a tight ship.

  1. I agree…thank you. Around my house, nobody does any tricks, and I am proud of it! No cutesy begging, or sitting, or playing dead. According to D (my husband) and me, to train an animal is to break its spirit and to destroy the very essence of doggyness or pussyness. There are a few habits I could do without, though.

      • Yes we do! So glad to have found you! By. The way, that thing the kitty is sleeping on looks really complicated. Did kitty have to have a tutorial for all those bells and whistles? Does pussycat play with them, or just the roll of toilet paper like mine?

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