Once again I've been suckered into watching the Dog Whisperer. And once again, I'm determined to curb Prancer's bad habits. I'm not foolin' myself here, I don't think I'll ever break him of the habit of licking his own private parts (and I really don't have the heart to rob him of this pleasure anyway). I'm talking about the whole bark-at-strangers-and-even-people-I-know-along-with-little-kids-and-the-postman habit. Apparently it's all about the exercise (which I don't give him), discipline (which I give him but incorrectly) and THEN affection (which he gets without having to work for it). I feel bad. Apparently my lack of this regimen has made him anxious and mentally unstable (or at least not as mentally healthy as he should/could be). So basically it's my fault that he's crummy to people and by default, unlovable to anyone but us.
We started today with a long walk (in which I led him, not the other way around), followed by some sitting and finished up with a belly rub. I call that progress for the first day. Tomorrow I'm going to teach him how to make me a vanilla soy latte, no foam.
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