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So he isn't psychic. Necessarily. It is still a cool trick.
It was about a month into the trick when the trouble began.
First, it started getting a little annoying having a Doodle that turned into a curly little drill sergeant every time the paper arrived. Maybe I didn't feel like dropping everything just to open the door and let him out to get the paper. But his incessant huffing and foot stopping behind my office chair made it difficult to concentrate. I had to let him out just so I could get back to my life.
Worse, letting him out isn't as fast and easy as just opening the door. He loves to drag out the process. In the early days of the trick, he flew out to the paper and flew back. Now he wrestles with it a bit, maybe stops and goes to the bathroom, maybe picks up the paper and looks up and down the street with it in his mouth for a while. The first time we happened to have two papers at the same time I had to sit there in the doorway for an hour while he tried shove them both in his mouth, always dropping the first before getting the second and then starting the process all over again.
To add insult to injury, he has gotten pissy about handing over the goods. Gordon, the dog with the softest mouth in the world, now clamps down on that paper like vice grips until there is visual confirmation of the treat. There is no dropping the paper at our feet unless that treat is ready to be shoved in his mouth as fast as the paper leaves it. That implies a certain amount of mistrust. That hurts.
Next problem: we had to start making sure the paper lady was gone before we let him out. If we didn't, as she came driving back after delivering her payload to the rest of the neighborhood, Gordon would run out and throw himself at her car like a crazed Beatles fan. He LOVES the Bringer of the Paper that Begets Treats. Luckily, she keeps an eye out for him and slows down any time he makes a dash for her, but while I really appreciate her not rolling over my lovestruck baby, it has also taught him that when cars slow down it makes a great time to run out and get autographs, or at least steal a sloppy kiss through the rolled down window. After that, ANY car that slowed down became an object of interest.
Finally, if all that wasn't bad enough, my husband decided he really wanted to get the USA Today delivered to the house. The USA Today, unlike our local paper, is a MORNING paper. A morning paper that shows up about 5am. I haven't slept past 5am since. Whether it is Twinkle Toes' nails click-click-clicking back and forth in front of the bed as he paces away his deep disappointment in me (that I didn't wake up with the first thud of the paper), or the feel of his wet nose pressed against mine as he breaths my oxygen before I can actually get
any use out of it: I AM GETTING UP.
Husband's morning paper; husband should have to get up and let Gordon out you say? Please, stop. I can't write when I'm laughing this hard.
Now when people say, "Hey, did I see your dog get the paper? That's so cute!!" I'm not quite as enthusiastic as I used to be.
"Yeah," I grumble. "Great, isn't it?"
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