Stupid arrogant me asking, who here
has trained who? I open the refriger-
ator door to get something for lunch
or dinner. My pup comes running up
to me to get a treat. How does she
know? Silly me, because I trained
her so. When I eat, she eats as well.
Same kind of mental process applies
with doggy pads I trained her to go on
when inside. I noticed when she has
peed twice on the pad, even though
there is still room enough for more,
instead she’ll relieve herself on the
carpet close to but not on the soiled
pad.
Can’t you see there is room left on that
pad for at least one more time? Alas,
I could not train her to see it my way,
so I surrendered to seeing it her way.
Now I routinely change the twice peed
on pad.
Got to thinking today as I opened
the refrigerator door and she came
running to me from the living room.
I may have originally taught her
that this means treat time, but ever
since her first lesson, she now has
me trained to respond. I give her a
treat. Same deal with the doggy pads.
She has taught me to change the twice
peed-on for a clean one.
Then I came to this revelation all
too late in my life—Had I realized
my thought pattern on who teaches
who lessons to be learned, I may
have been more successful in my
relationships with human females
in my life. (I used to think I knew
it all, ha!)
Ah, but still fortunate am I.
At least my pup needn’t speak
a single word to get me to do
what she wants me to do.
A little late on the uptake, I
suppose, but nonetheless an
invaluable life lesson learned.
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Chris Hanch 5-27-2023
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