I FAIL in many ways when it comes to my dogs. The worst FAIL is probably how impatient I am with them when we’re training something. I just want them to *get it*. I blame them for not understanding complicated concepts right off the bat – now, keep in mind, my brain understands that it’s not their fault, it’s my temper that refuses to listen. And by temper I don’t mean kicking them until they’re dead for not performing, I mean stomping my feet and making scowly faces and asking them why they are dumb as a sack of hammers, even though they aren’t. I am the worst kind of trainer because I want perfection and I’m too lazy to put in the work. Therefore, I FAIL.
However, my current Really Bad FAIL is being inflicted on Tweed. Poor, poor Tweed. First I broke him, and then because I am full of FAIL, I broke him *worse*! Because I, the bigger blabbermouth of tough love, sticking to your guns, seeing it through, yadda yadda yadda, can’t seem to stop walking my broken dog. There is a fundamental flaw in my psyche that prevents me from leaving my broken dog at home when the other dogs are going somewhere to have fun.
Yesterday it was a gorgeous day and we joined Joe, Cassie and Bandit at the beach. Tweed SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME.
But did I leave him home? Nope.
Did I leash him at the beach? Nope.
Did I prevent him from playing ball? Nope.
Thanks to my Really Big Fail, now Tweed is limping on TWO front legs (this is the most awkward looking thing ever, incidentally). He’s practically crippled this morning and I feel like a jerk!
Today I resolved to change this personality flaw, and I popped Tweed in a crate with a beef bone while I readied myself to take the other dogs out. Usually Tweed is the first one at the door, yodeling away like an Appalachian folk singer and doing a little two-step dance that I find quite charming. I steeled myself against the Puppy Dog Eyes through the crate door and the heartbreaking howl that was sure to follow us out the door.
Yeah, except he didn’t even look up when we left. Beef bone? he said. For me? Wicked.
He was still gnawing away at it when we got back. It’s like I didn’t even exist.
So not only do I FAIL, I actually manage to suck at FAILing. I broke my dog worser because I couldn’t leave him alone because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to take the guilt and he didn’t even dish any out. Imagine how much better he’d be by now if I had tackled this flaw a little earlier?
He is still in the crate. I’m going to work on just pure immobilization for a few days to see if we can speed up the healing process. I am ALREADY FAILING at this too, because I can hear him moaning in the crate and I keep getting up to go let him out.
Help me readers! Chastise me, belittle me, scold me … do whatever you have to do, but don’t let me let Tweed out of the box. I don’t want to FAIL again!
If I FAIL at this, he will FAIL to heal up for Regionals. We cannot have this. I must find a steely resolve within myself.
The sky will not fall if I leave Tweed at home a few times, right?
As a reward for your hard work, I am going to share with you an event that is rarely seen by the public; an event so secret that most people don’t even know that it happens. This is truly a Classified video, and it’s only my fondness for and trust in all of you that I will leak it here and now on Wootube.
What you are about to see may shock you.
This is a clip of your Food Lady trying to entice Mr. Woo to play agility.
BUT BEFORE YOU WATCH IT, you have to promise to keep three important things in mind for all 51 seconds.
- If you have sound, you will hear me talking to Wootie the entire time we are running. DON’T DO THAT WITH YOUR DOG! That’s a really big FAIL. But Woo is ‘special’ – if you stop talking, he stops running. Period.
- Please note how bossy The Sadist is. Imagine paying money to subject yourself to that bossiness on a weekly basis – I do this. Don’t judge me for it.
- Wootie wants you to know that only unimaginative people believe tunnels are ONLY for going through. If you were as free-spirited as he is, you too could enjoy every obstacle in your life in a completely new and fresh way.
Please, enjoy. Thanks to Cheryl the Llama Farmer for secretly videoing this behind my back *shakes fist at Cheryl*