Day 88 - Tuesday (Spite):
This morning was pretty typical. We worked a bit more on the "stop" command. Finster is starting to get it.
For lunch we went to the laundromat and to the Henrietta park. We walked around a bit and Finster got a nice big compliment. There was another couple walking 2 dogs, one was a collie. The lady walking the collie asked how I got my dog to walk loose on the leash :) Her dog was pulling her all over.
After work was over we walked over to another co-workers office and CA told Finster to sit/stay out in the hall and he listened to him :) It was pretty cool. Finster listens quite well to CA, mainly because CA doesn't take any crap from him.
When I got home I went up to get the mail as usual, except this time Sedona was in her yard barking her head off at us. I had Finster sit/stay in the middle of the driveway, and he did stay! I didn't think he would handle the temptation of playing with Sedona but he managed.
Now for the bad stuff. Finster pee'd on his carpet remnant during dinner. This was purely out of spite. There's no way that he couldn't hold it. Then later in the night E and I were upstairs working on some store stuff and E heard the bell ring. I took off to let him out but he didn't wait for me; he was peeing right at the door. Again, out of spite.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
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That's a tough call; they always say dogs don't act out of spite, but one time when Sparky was having poop indoor problems, Adam and I were leaving to go somewhere, and Sparky had gone outside and pooped, and for some reason we had to turn back (forgot something) and Adam went upstairs to find Sparky already squatting (no way he tried to hold it). But now he's fine and does really well. So I don't know how I fixed it, but I did.
Yeah, it's annoying. I'm sure it will go away eventually.
Boy, Finster, I wish I had a solution for your little acts of defiance.
What gets into us dogs? Why do I grab the dish towel, the arm protectors
off the chairs, the paper napkins or best of all, why can’t I walk past a
waste paper basket without checking it out and running off with something
from it in my mouth? I don’t know. We’re dogs.
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