I'm so sorry. |
Obviously, not sorry |
My solution: apologize profusely and attack Giz with a barrage of “Sssssst’s” and “No’s.” It worked.
Possible reason: he had urinated on every object in the dog park: bench legs, the fire hydrant, waste baskets, trees, grass. The woman’s leg was the only thing left? I think not.
It was probably my fault, a breakdown of discipline. The answer: constant vigilance and becoming a quick-draw “Sssssst-er.”
“Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs. ~Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat
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