{"id":62,"date":"2005-01-08T01:28:06","date_gmt":"2005-01-08T08:28:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/x.jimanddoni.com\/?p=62"},"modified":"2005-01-08T01:28:06","modified_gmt":"2005-01-08T08:28:06","slug":"the-neighbors-dog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jimanddoni.com\/?p=62","title":{"rendered":"The Neighbors Dog"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Since I am picking on Daniel tonight&#8230;.why stop now? LOL.<\/p>\n<p>I am milking the &#8220;dog training&#8221; incidents for all their worth and Daniel is going to get downright sick of me for this.  I am making fun and there is just no way around admitting that short of lying.  I just can&#8217;t help it.  Every time I think about these conversations I start a fit of giggles.  Sorry Daniel&#8230;this just has to be done.  It is doubtful he will actually read this post himself anyhow so I plunge confidently ahead;).<\/p>\n<p>Some of this may be a review because I believe I posted some of this while trying to convince you to adopt a puppy.<\/p>\n<p>Before Noah was born, Babe had a litter of puppies that included a darling little black puppy that Daniel and Brooke could not resist.  They named her &#8220;Bird&#8221;.  Did you see &#8220;The Kid&#8221;?  Remember the world&#8217;s best dog?  Bird was Daniel&#8217;s best dog.  (I am speaking in past tense because Bird was ultimately hit by a car&#8230;that was truly tragic&#8230;she was an awesome dog).<\/p>\n<p>Daniel put a lot of time into training Bird and she was the most obedient pet you&#8217;ve ever seen.  Daniel trained her to &#8220;hold&#8221; so well he could walk away for an hour if he wanted to and she would not move until he released her.  In time, Daniel arrived at the conclusion that dog training and child rearing are really quite similar.  When Tanner was a baby, Daniel told Brooke and I that when he had his first child, due to his dog experience, he was confident he could train a four month baby to stay on a blanket without rolling off it. LOL!!!!!  I have reminded him of this countless times.  Mean of me I know.  Good luck getting a big sister to let go of something THIS good.  I try to quit bringing it up but I am failing miserably. <em> Thank you my precious little Noah for continually affirming what Auntie tried to tell your daddy.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Daniel now has a new dog.  He spent big money on this one.  He named it Fetch.  Ironic because I am quite confident he won&#8217;t.  He won&#8217;t do much.  Irregardless of what Daniel commands, he ignores.  Daniel is convinced he adopted a mentally challenged dog or a true deviant.  This dog does countless things to anger Daniel.  He cries and cries when it rains.  He ate the bark off all the new tree&#8217;s.  He has destroyed countless items.  And, like my brother, he loves shoes!  Recently it rained and the neighborhood was quite muddy.  During the night Fetch escaped out of the side yard.  The next morning Daniel had a yard full of shoes.  The best part of the story is that the shoes did not belong to Daniel and Brooke.  Apparently, several of the neighbors left their muddy shoes on their front porches and Fetch simply went about collecting them.  LOL!  What would you do?  I, personally, having the guilt complex that I do, probably would have been compelled to post a sign in my front yard <em>(that the home owners association would have of course fined me for arrrrghh)<\/em> that read &#8220;My dog is a thief.  Missing any shoes?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Daniel was not about to face that humiliation and the shoes were delivered to the valley dump.  If I just let the cat out of the bag on that one, I am terribly sorry for your loss:).  Hopefully no one in Daniel&#8217;s neighborhood will ever ever see this:).<\/p>\n<p>One day in December, Daniel and I were both at my mom&#8217;s.  We were leaving at the same time and I was backing my Excursion out of the driveway.  Daniel was getting into his truck behind me and had to stop to call Fetch (who had not followed).  I was waiting patiently as I could not back up until Daniel moved.  <\/p>\n<p>Daniel hollered for Fetch to get in the truck.  Fetch stared blindly.  He hollered again.  Fetch continued his glazed over stare.  Sissy begins to giggle.  Daniel notices.  Daniel starts grumbling under his breath and heads towards Fetch with a &#8220;I am NOT kidding&#8221; look about him.  The glare would have convinced me.  It did not convince Fetch.  By the time Daniel got to Fetch and grabbed his collar, Fetch decided to take his stubborness up a notch.  The silly little monster planted all four feet firmly in the dirt and refused to move.  Daniel began dragging him across the driveway grumbling all the way.  <\/p>\n<p>Folks!  I was in hysterics.  All our conversations about how one trains a dog came gushing forth.  I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face and my head fell onto my steering wheel.  My giggle fit is starting anew just writing about it.  As Daniel and his obstinate dog passed by my window, I had only one thing to say:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Daniel, that is your neighbor&#8217;s dog&#8230;.right?&#8221;   <\/p>\n<p>LOL!!!!!!!!!<\/p>\n<p>Daniel &#8211; don&#8217;t hate me for this.  I am going to get over it soon.  I know it.  I can feel the guilt rising.  Guilt bubbling up in my very soul that I am publically teasing you at your very own expense.  The only thing slightly funnier than this though is when my Noah firmly plants his feet.  He may give Fetch a run for his money!  LOL!  And yes folks, I know, I better just shut up right now because this is all going to come back to haunt me when I am having to drag one of my own stubborn little munchkins.  All the more reason to tease now while I still can!!!!  I see my day looming on the horizon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Since I am picking on Daniel tonight&#8230;.why stop now? LOL. I am milking the &#8220;dog training&#8221; incidents for all their worth and Daniel is going to get downright sick of me for this. I am making fun and there is just no way around admitting that short of lying. I just can&#8217;t help it. 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