Some have suggested that because of yesterday’s dog tale, I should employ the help of a trained professional. Someone like the Dog Whisperer. Consulting a doggie psychologist like Cesar Millan is a fine idea; however, if I had money for a shrink, you can bet your bottom dollar I’d by lying on the couch for an hour and not my rescue pooch.
Sending my dog to obedience school would be like sending my children to private school and neither are in the FringeFamily’s immediate future. I’d like to know why public education isn’t available for our pets. Perhaps I’ll lobby congress…
Lest you all think my dog is just a wild hearted, free roaming, mangy beast, I’ll take a moment to brag on her. I’m pleased to report that ‘O’ sits, lays down, gives you her paw, gives you her other paw, and goes to her box (her crate) on command. Personally I’m impressed. My children still haven’t mastered going to their boxes.
So while you may think total rehabilitation is necessary, I think I may just try an illusion collar. Hopefully an electrified version will be available soon. If not, I’ve heard a taser works well. At least that’s what the children say.