Hector, the Wheaten Terrier, has been in and out, in and out. Now and then I go out on the front porch and tell him, "Hector, cats are allowed to be out there. Birds are allowed to be out there. You cannot stand in front of the house and call out to everyone. I know you want to say hello, but the neighbors are not too excited about that."
He looks at me with huge, warm brown eyes. He is adorable, even when he is being a pesticus. I like him no matter what.
Actually, he is an obedient, loving, and joyful dog, who just gets bored when I work without enough breaks to say hello to him. No wonder he has to say hello to cats, bird, dogs, and people passing by on our little street.
I sometimes wish I could teach him to whisper. He knows well how dogs are loud in each others ears to make a point. He does the same with me at times. But I remind myself that I am the boss, At least, I am trying to be.
Good luck with that! My dog is tiny, and she and I are in constant battle over who is boss. I can't imagine if she were as big as Hector! Whoa!
ReplyDeleteHi Jennifer. I growl at him and use body language on his level. It works really well.
ReplyDeleteOne is better than none :) Be proud of your achievement!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kajsa. It's progress, isn't it? It was a fun article about a reenactment group in Rygge.
ReplyDeleteYes :)
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