Monday, May 24, 2010
We went to the dog park today and there was that nice Lady With the Treats. You know, the treats from the last blog post that gave me diarrhea for two days--the treats, not the blog post you understand. Well there she--The Lady-- was, back with the treats. Naturally, as soon as I saw her I was right there, jumping high into the air right in front of her and on her too. Out of the corner of my eye I saw That Person coming over to try and stop me. The Lady with the Treats tried to stop That Person from correcting me. She told That Person:"Your dog is afraid of you." and, "All Frankie needs is a little more training." That Person watched me jump up high into the air, over and over, at The Lady with the Treats. Finally That Person told her: "She's all yours." and went back to the bench--the nice seat under the umbrella. So I jumped in the air, was told to sit, sat, got the treat, jumped in the air, told to sit, sat, got treat....over and over and over. You see, if I just sat there I wasn't going to get a treat for just sitting around there all day. So I had to first misbehave, then behave, get the treat and so on. The Lady with the Treats got tired of it after a while and walked off. I followed her, jumping and sitting and getting treats all over the park until The Lady with the Treats left.
A big difference this time was that That Person wasn't upset like last time. She decided that either it was funny, or else she could ask The Lady with the Treats not to feed me because it gives me diarrhea. Dogs don't 'feel sorry' for people, other dogs or ourselves. But I swear I almost felt sorry for That Person the other day when that bunch ganged up on her. Maybe they were trying to be nice then, but now they had a point to prove about the whole situation. That Person has no intention of getting into it with the Lady with the Treats. So we came home and I had diarrhea all over the porch just as That Person was getting ready to sit out there with her iced caffeine beverage. I wasn't so happy about it. Maybe I have to re-think the treats. Fat Chance!
A rather nice thing happened at the park today. A woman came in with a small pug. Small pug, ha. That's like saying 'large giant'. Anyway the woman was fearful because her dog, Thuco..something like that..had been bitten once. The pug was not overly fearful, but interested. It seemed a shame he didn't get a chance to check out all of us swell characters. But then That Person told the woman that her pug looked interested. Tucker's person had a great idea. The woman and the pug would go into the puppy area and we'd send in a couple laid back dogs to try it out. It was great. I can't believe I wasn't chosen to go.
By the way, That Person left her Tricycle Community blog page open so I took the opportunity of speaking to a wider group of people. In that blog I explain about my energy-activated software and why I call That Person That Person. (Its the Third Person Sarcastic)
Sunday, May 16, 2010
|I was such a cute pup|
Next she's chasing me all about in the park to stop jumping, something I don't really do a lot, and some well-meaning people get upset with her because she's pointing that cane at me and yelling at me to "Get Off!" You can only imagine my glee. They ask her why she has that cane, as if she's planning to hit me with it. Maybe they are thinking of reporting her to PETER, the animal rights people.
But no. They are actually trying to help That Person. The nice people are explaining that yelling is not the way to get me to behave--something that person already knows but she's lost it by now. They are going to show her how to use treats to get me to behave. That person has no heart in her anymore and is at a loss to explain that I am not just a high-energy dog, that I am a dog that becomes fixated. So there they are, the nice people, out in the middle of the park, doling out treats and saying that their dog's diet is made up about half with all these treats. Right then I was ready to go home with them. They were showing That Person how nicely I can sit for a treat. The old positive re-inforcement, incentive thing. One thing I know is That Person knows exactly how long I can sit for, never mind a treat, my own boring dinner.
I sat and got a treat. Then I didn't sit. Then I sat and got a treat. Then I didn't sit. This went on for a wonderful long time and man, it was great. Then the nice lady who was holding the bag of treats behind her back tried to tell me there were no more treats. I've said it before and I'll say it again: you cannot lie to a dog.You can do things right, you can do things wrong, but you cannot lie to a dog.