Sometimes I think you guys are asleep at the switch. Other times you stop me and comment
on something I have written.  Well this week clients have mentioned this particular article,
I have had phone calls and even an email message about it which is copied below. 
  How do I know what goes on in your homes? Well the answer is simple I have loved and
had many pets in my life and have been a pet care professional now for 35 plus years.  You the
public share with me the trials and tribulations of living with a pet or pets. Some of them are
funny and others are downright hilarious when you look back at them later .
  Having to clean up a mess seems to pale in the afterglow of reflection down the roads of life.
Guess this is just human nature. It is hard not to laugh because you know where a pet story is
going when someone just had a “bad” thing happen to them. But I really do try!
  One lady who called told me her Shih Tzu was the reason she became such a neat house
keeper. The dog would chew clothes and shoes if left where he could get at them. Another
extolled the virtues of cleaning the car while in line at the check out counter at a local grocery
store of a trip to the veterinarian with a really large dog who had already been car sick and left her
with another mess on the way home. Can you smell I mean spell fumigate the car?
  Anyway please enjoy the this charming story I was sent....

Subject: “Bad, Bad Dog!”

ROLFMAO!!!  That's a great one!

Poor puppy!  I suppose everyone has their favorite--mine is the "long white
paper" one. Tucker (around 8-10 weeks) is the first pet I ever had who really
went ape over that stuff, not to unroll, but to chew!   I tried everything
simple, quickly decided I had to train him off it--I mean, it still absorbed,
but it sure felt funny with all those punctures and dampness...  So taught him
"leave it" on a lot of stuff he didn't care all that much about anyway, then
went to get the piece de resistance.. TP!  Set it in the middle of the floor;
when poor baby Tuck zeroed in on it, he heard "Leave it!"  Consternation,
bewilderment, frustration.. "I'll try it again, she couldn't mean that"..
"Leave it!".  "Well, darnit anyway, I guess she means it"... so he spent the
longest time circling it at approach/avoidance-equalized distance, always
facing it, stopping every step or two to play-bow and yip at it (while I
totally collapsed just around the corner).  I finally took pity on him and put
it away; a couple more lessons and he eventually just gave it a longing look
and went on...   Bad, bad dog!  He still adores stuffed toys... reminder of
his first, pristine love, I guess.

Revena
Administrator: International Groomers Alliance