My parents visited Ladyfriend and I in our Oregon outpost this past week. They got to see the sights and have as much fresh seafood as each meal would allow. Good times were had by all, in other words.
I put some of my pictures are up on Flickr here.
My dog barks at diesel engines. It’s a tendency he picked up by associating that noise with our doorbell, thanks to somewhat frequent visits by our UPS man. He also does this throaty growl thing when he hears voices outside, sees a runner pass by on our sidewalk, or a dog/horse/Nissan commercial is on TV.
Of course, these unpleasant habits are as much our fault as delinquent owners as they are the dog’s. We’re less than consistent with some discipline, so this is what happens. And instead of becoming more consistent, I’ve decided that sarcasm is a better way to go. I credit old fraternity brother Gabe (and his sarcastic treament of house dog Ellie) and Will Ferrel’s Dissing your Dog commercial as my inspiration.
When the dog starts into his grumble-barking again, I will now thank him for his efforts and congratulate him for the new achievements. I’ll also begin referring to him by his new nickname Growlf Macchio. Barcamus Maximus is the backup name, and I’m taking suggestions for others.
I’m sure this new dog training method will be most effective. The results can’t be worse than what I have now, no?
I work from home 100% of the time. This comic sums the experience up quite nicely. Credit goes to MT for passing it my way, and rightly assuming that I have neglected my personal appearance to the point of now resembling a 45 year old hobo.