Dog Shaming
Great link forwarded to me by Lucy's bitch (aka Gregg, who is otherwise nobody's bitch). Gregg has been referred to as "Detroit-ornery," has hung out with the cops at a homicide scene with three cut-up bodies, and was even once called "apocalyptic and threatening" by a New York Times editor. (They wanted to change Elmore's prose. Not happenin'.)
But, yes, Gregg is man-putty in three-pound Lucy's tiny furry paws, and she is very, very clear on who's boss. She is beautifully behaved when I am the only one there, but when Gregg is there, and especially when she's alone with Gregg, she owns the show. She makes him walk her at 3 a.m. and she once even pooped in his suitcase -- a Federal offense in Amy's dog terms.
Yes, for Gregg, Lucy is pretty much kryptonite on four legs.
She makes him walk her at 3 a.m. . . .
Aquaroo Pekoe Tea, CGC, CD and I had a deal. She wouldn't shit in the house if I would let her out when she asked. It was fair.
I miss her.
Steve Daniels at September 3, 2012 11:01 PM
Amy Alkon
http://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2012/09/04/dog_shaming.html#comment-3320846">comment from Steve DanielsAww, sorry Steve.
With me, Lucy behaves, because I am the fascist dictator of the tiny dog. I even taught her to go in a litter box in case I don't get home in time.
Amy Alkon
at September 4, 2012 5:45 AM
I'm always sqwacking about how spoiled our two Jack Russell terriers are. Then my wife has to ruin my rant by remindidng me that I'm the one who spoiled them!
Is being unable to resist the innocent charm of dogs a "guy thing?"
Jay at September 4, 2012 6:56 AM
I recently moved to the country. I rent a house on a working dairy farm - because I have a dog, and rural apartments, are like, not recommended.
My dog has rolled in a dead animal now three times since mid July.
Was there ever a more God awful smell?
There I am, down in the basement shower mudroom - dry heaving....
In between gagging and scrubbing her (it takes three washes to get the smell out) I told her it was a good thing she was so damn cute, and I loved her so much - because I was very tempted to give her to the dairy farmer.
She just stared at me. And then went and did it again a few days later.
Feebie at September 4, 2012 8:01 AM
Sadly Feebie, that's just what they do. Having lived in the woods for the last 22 years I learned to accept it. However, I always have at least a couple of jugs of Nature's Miracle Skunk Odor Remover on hand. We go back outside and they get drenched with it and then stay outside till it drys - then no odor. i've tried them all - this one works.
Advice on skunks and dogs - learned. Two types of dogs. Those that get skunked once and learn and those that don't learn, ever. I now have one of each.
Dave B at September 4, 2012 9:40 AM
The best dog I ever had was my Newf/Border Collie mix. He was a huge, floofy nanny dog, loyal and protective, and I swear he could lick you from across the room. Max was the rescue that I know was supposed to be my dog from the minute I saw him. He was stubborn as hell for everyone but me, because Mom was Alpha, and he knew it.
Now I have to goofy dogs, a Golden that is the epitome of dumb blondes, and a Jack russel/poodle mix that is a fat dumb and happy old man. yep, they are spoiled, and yep, it's mostly my fault, but my hubby isn't exactly strict.
My cat is spoiled too, but he is the boss, because as everyone knows, dogs have owners, cats have staff. His Imperial Fluffiness never lets us forget that *he* is in charge :P
Kat at September 4, 2012 11:13 AM
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