The Thong Dog
Friday, January 06, 2006
Every morning, I'd retrieve my lingerie from the drawer below my bed, and without fail, The Thong Dog would stick his head in to pick a thong to chew. Sometimes he'd end up with an ugly not-to-be-seen-in-public-at-all-costs granny underwear, but its mostly thongs.
I haven't been in my best emotional health lately (reason I shall not disclose here) and last night, Rebel made me angry when he won't stop biting my hands. I know it's harder for a dog to "unlearn" but I'm getting sick of his fiesty bites, really. He was acting like a spoilt brat, yapping for attention. So finally, I grabbed a old magazine and roll it up... I didn't hit him of cos, but I whacked the magazine hard against the floor and that was that. He cried. Someone else cried too. If something needs to be done, it will be done. I couldn't help thinking of how I used to do the magazine-thing with Jesse. Trust me, my heart ached and aches each time I get disciplinary. I wish I don't have to do so... but you can't rationalise with a dog in words, can you?
He got into trouble with me this morning again when he peed in my room. MY voice thundered thru my neighbourhood and he looked so sorry. I guess I know how my mum felt when she was bringing me up. You get constantly told by people who do not have kids how to educate your kid, you get told not to do this, not to do that, and frankly, I'm just going to do what my mum has done - believe in myself.
I really love Rebel and I'd do anything for him. Yet, he's beginning to affect my personal life and I won't pretend it's easy to cope with the changes. Jesse was a companion. Rebel's a son. There is a difference and I'm still learning.
And yes, I'm still an emotional wheck right now. Don't ask why. Your enquiry will not be entertained.
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