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.”

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.

67anddumped

July 3, 2014 at 6:22 pm

Great minds think alike.

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- Jan
  
  July 3, 2014 at 6:29 pm
  
  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?

He climbs in and out of it

Jan

July 3, 2014 at 7:37 pm

I love you and I just met you! Happy 4th to you…enjoy the empty city.

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I love the photos! Elvis looks quite comfy on his playbed/house and little Raymond is adorable. The only thing our dog Max ever dropped at our feet was himself 🙂 Enjoy your July 4th Mattie!