In years past I have always grumbled at the prospect of family get togethers that included the four footed members as well. Our Miss Betty (Pembroke Corgi) is soooo polite and sweet that if she were a working girl her sheep would just follow her without a bark or nip at the heels. Then there is our little Sophie aka "The Little Nazi" (Wire haired Mini Dachshund) also very sweet, she just has a big mouth. Our youngest son and family include Ninja (Chihuahua) or "The Princess" who quickly becomes the alpha dog at the Manor. Then there is Popeye (Boston Terrier), which was when the grumbling began. I love my oldest son dearly, but when it comes to animals he has not a clue. His idea of house training was to put in a pet door and let the dog figure it out himself....yeah. Leash training included a good strong harness so he could pull my 30 something son faster on his skateboard. All basic commands such as come, sit or stay all translate to one thing in Popeye's brain......grab the closest thing in his slobbery mouth and act completely crazy whilst taking great leaps into the air and as close to the humans face in order to see if they are enjoying the moment as much as him.
|Good night Popeye!|