Tuesday, March 23, 2010

We wonder why we see so many older people using walkers. They are able to walk but anything can cause an elderly person to get off balance. Such as a large dog who thinks she's still a puppy and wants to greet you with a hug. Jazzy, who lives at Rich's house, likes to visit and was being playful yesterday afternoon so jumped up to show her love for me, and I fell. We were outside in the Life Care garden and my knee met the concrete walk.

Jazzy didn't go to obedience school. In days gone by we didn't have training schools for dogs. We got a puppy and tried as best we could to train it ourselves. A a result there were accidents. One of our dogs bit a neighbor. Not a big bite, just a nip, but nevertheless it was an unfortunate situation because after that our kids were no longer welcome to play with that neighbor's kids, even without the dog.

Two of our dogs were hit by cars. They never learned the command "stay". They learned "sit" because we had morsels of food in our hands. We haven't had dogs in years. I am not in the market for a puppy, but if I were it would only work if I went along with the pet to doggie training school. Apparently our parenting skills were lacking in this regard. In retrospect my fall was my own fault!

We now enjoy our kids' dogs, at least the ones who have gone through training. I guess if you love your dogs you have taken care of this important part of pet ownership. And by the way, dog ownership also extends to picking up after them and keeping them on a leash outside. They should only be able to run loose in your fenced yard or in designated dog parks. If you love your pets you will keep them from running up to people or out into traffic. There is nothing worse than burying a pet that has been hit by a truck in front of your house.

Rosie

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Hi, Rosie,
I just typed out a comment and lost it somehow. If this shows up twice, well, I'm not that blog-savvy.
I aggree with your philosopy of dog ownership/training. Cathy's dog is well trained but he usually responds only to her. We decided that he should mind me, too. So we pretended Cathy was a dog and I gave her commands, disciplined her when she was naughty, and in general had her submit to me.
Cooper watched this with his eyes wide open, scared to death. Pretty soon, he jumped up and came over and sat right in front of me, bright eyed and eager to get my approval. I continued to give Cathy commands, and Cooper followed right along beside her, minding me perfectly.
Ever since then, he has made no trouble for me. We figure his mind worked like this: Grandma is alpha to Mama, Mama is alpha to me, so Grandma must be alpha to me, too.
Isn't that a great dog story?
Hope the sore knee is all better now and things are going well. I sure enjoy your blog, keep at it.
Love, Judy