Daisy is Making Whiskey Wild

Artist’s Quote: “Our ultimate freedom is the right and power to decide how anybody or anything outside ourselves will affect us.”

My friend, the owner of Jake the dog, who wears pajamas to bed, asked when was Whiskey coming home.”

This is Sweet Al's dog. She is so loving. She wants to be petted.

“Tomorrow,“ I said, “I dread it. I felt like Whiskey has pushed me out of my own home.”

She said, “I know what you mean, we put Jake in a car seat when he rides, but—:”

“Jake has a car seat?”

“Yes!” We’ve always had car seats for our dogs. I shouldn’t tell you, but, because Jake sheds so bad, when I ride in the car, I wear my bathrobe over my clothes.”

“Of course I am going to write about this. This is mind boggling to me.”

“When I go to church I have to wear something over my clothes. Otherwise, I’ll have hair all over me, even though Jake sits in his own car seat.”

“This is too much.”

“It’s just a little cotton robe. When I get there, I always take it off, and before I get back in the car, I put it on.”

I said, “I’m telling you, these dogs are ruling our lives. When our daughter goes to work, she tells her dad to feed Daisy exactly at 8:30 am. Daisy is on a schedule. No, no, no, our daughter has put my sweet Al on a schedule, and he obeys.”

When Al left to pick up Whiskey from obedience school, I warned him, “You can’t be talking baby-talk to a hunting dog. You need to learn the commands.”

“I will.”

“No, I mean it. If not, that money has gone down the drain. You need to learn how to discipline Whiskey.”

“I’ll have the trainer go over it with me.”

“That dog is not a lap dog, it is a high-spirited hunting dog. You had no business with it in the first place.”

“I love my beautiful dog.”

“I guess it’s too late to give the dog back.” I said disgustedly.

Al defended Whiskey, “I know I was a little lax, but Whiskey is only seven months old.”

Al came home with Whiskey. She jumped out of the car and came in the house like a cyclone.

Al said, “Oh, she missed you, look how glad she is to see you.”

“Reeeeeeally?”

She has grown another foot in height and length.

I asked, “Is she trained?”

“She’s a little hardheaded, she is probably 85% trained. The dog trainer said Whiskey was a wild thing and needed a lot of loving.”

“I thought you had picked the meekest of the litter.”

“The trainer put dog biscuits on the counter and Whiskey didn’t jump up and eat them. She is really smart.

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“Will she obey you? Do you know the commands?”

Al turned to our daughter and asked, “Tell me again what the commands were.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, “This is just great.”

She has only been home a week. Al blames Daisy, our daughter’s dog. He says that Daisy is making Whiskey wild. With the two of them, he can’t manage his dog.

I told Al, “You’ve got to own up to your own problem. You can’t blame Daisy for your Wild Whiskey’s problem. You both need discipline.”

I looked up and Whiskey, Sweet Al's Dog is waiting for me to drive her around.

Final Brushstroke! If you can’t handle Whiskey, don’t bring it home to Mama. Mama is getting a little testy.