My dog is a thief. Stealing something of ours is his favorite thing to do, because then we chase him. Since he is faster, you have to be smarter. The whole time you are chasing him, your blood pressure keeps rising, while his tail keeps wagging.
Today he stole one of Isaiah’s toys. I just couldn’t catch him. I tried begging, crying, yelling, sweet talking, growling… everything. It didn’t help that the baby had woke up and was crying in his bed. I was getting so mad and frustrated at Chester, but it wasn’t fazing him. He is a very rebellious dog and even when he gets punished, he acts like he doesn’t care.
Finally, I had just had it. I grabbed my flip-flops and threw them at him! They are bamboo and very light-weight… but it worked! He stuck his tail between his legs and crouched down on the floor and let me take the toy away from him. I told him that he was a “bad dog” in my best angry voice and he just slunk under a chair, looking at me with big puppy-dog eyes.
Dogs may not be able to talk, but I know he was saying sorry. He looked so pathetic that I got down by him, asked if he was sorry, and told him he was forgiven. He crept over and cuddled up to me and I kissed his ears and it was all better. If I would have known that throwing flip-flops at him would make him repentant, I would have tried it a long time ago!
Isaiah is being a little difficult. It’s almost as if he has cabin fever. I think he is tired of just seeing me and he doesn’t want to play by himself at all. When Chris calls, I put him on speaker and Isaiah babbles away to him. We looked at pictures of Chris on the computer today and Isaiah smiled and said “Daddy” a lot.
