Quote for the Day 2/19/2009
Grant: I really kind of wish Max would figure out what's worth barking about and what isn't.
From our perspective, the newspaper being delivered at 2:30 A. M. does not qualify as a 30-minute barking excuse. When Hiromi tells him to be quiet, the noise subsides for about 30 seconds.
A baby calf, which Max had come to a point on right before it jumped up and bounded away, is probably not sufficient cause for a frantic round of barking, while racing back to Grant for safety or reassurance.
Max barked at my minivan this morning when I returned from having taken Hiromi to work. This is not necessary, Max.
Barking loudly at the approaching UPS driver from the front porch does not endear you to him. One prudent bark would be enough, and then stepping aside politely would be better. The UPS man looked around at the assorted small well-chewed items on the front porch and said, "If I have to leave anything, I'll try to put it up high."
Yesterday, from inside the house, Grant and I heard a thunk at the front door. No Max. Off.
When Grant went to the front door to reinforce the No-Assaulting-the-Front-Door policy, Max had his toy in his mouth, then quickly backed down the steps and stood looking expectantly at Grant. You wanna go play?
Did he throw that toy against the front door to get my attention? He's never done that before.
This toddler dog still has a lot to learn, but his enthusiasm in the interim is fun to watch, at least when it does not involve 2:30 A. M. barking and front porch litter.
From our perspective, the newspaper being delivered at 2:30 A. M. does not qualify as a 30-minute barking excuse. When Hiromi tells him to be quiet, the noise subsides for about 30 seconds.
A baby calf, which Max had come to a point on right before it jumped up and bounded away, is probably not sufficient cause for a frantic round of barking, while racing back to Grant for safety or reassurance.
Max barked at my minivan this morning when I returned from having taken Hiromi to work. This is not necessary, Max.
Barking loudly at the approaching UPS driver from the front porch does not endear you to him. One prudent bark would be enough, and then stepping aside politely would be better. The UPS man looked around at the assorted small well-chewed items on the front porch and said, "If I have to leave anything, I'll try to put it up high."
Yesterday, from inside the house, Grant and I heard a thunk at the front door. No Max. Off.
When Grant went to the front door to reinforce the No-Assaulting-the-Front-Door policy, Max had his toy in his mouth, then quickly backed down the steps and stood looking expectantly at Grant. You wanna go play?
Did he throw that toy against the front door to get my attention? He's never done that before.
This toddler dog still has a lot to learn, but his enthusiasm in the interim is fun to watch, at least when it does not involve 2:30 A. M. barking and front porch litter.
posted by Mrs. I at
7:07 AM
1 Comments:
We want had a dog named Max. He was soooo cute, but was impossible to train. One of his worse habits was chasing cars. Alas, he chased his last car one day when it ran over him. I sincerely hope the name has nothing to do with trainability.
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Dorcas Byler, at 2/20/2009
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