Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Isn't Life Peachy, or Should I say Poochy?

Have you ever gotten so crazy busy or distracted that before you knew it you, you were turning into your mother or father? Not me! No way! Never going to happen! I remember thinking it was silly that Mom could not see clearly enough to thread a needle. She was probably about 45 at the time. I thought it was equally bizarre that she somehow placed the ice cream or milk in the cupboard. Both experiences have in fact crept up to bite me in the proverbial derriere, and there is a distinct chance (if my memory is not failing me in my yonder years!) that I was younger than 45. Ouch.

Most telling as to me morphing into my absent minded mother was a recent outdoor rendezvous. I found myself drawn towards the great outdoors a few weeks ago ... ultimately (well maybe not ULTIMATELY) chasing my playful puppy up and down the sidewalk and into neighbouring yards. 

For the record, my darling Kiara is not allowed outside, at least not out front without a leash! But she apparently doesn't have much respect or awareness as to rules of the house, especially when observing a fascinating feline flaunting its superiority and freedom just beyond her reach and within the so called safety of a Colorado Blue Spruce tree. 

I would learn that giving in to a temptation to open the danged door and call "Kitty Kitty", while totally forgetting my dog was within inches of freedom was not too brilliant. Before I knew it, my 80 lb dog was squeezing through my legs and diving towards danger. She may not respect rules, but she glorifies freedom! 

Luckily my furry friend remained on the sidewalk ... tearing back and forth, and did not veer onto the busy street just a metre or two away; I would suggest years of subtle operant conditioning aka dog walking on a leash helped prevent my pretty pooch from becoming road pizza. And equally fortunate is the fact that the neighbour with a particularly magnetic back yard wasn't around as Kiara would spend about 15 minutes calling that particular yard home. Unless 'said' neighbour was peeking through the curtains and considered the entertainment value more relevant than the encroachment onto the property.

Once in that yard, I found myself 'entertaining' my dog in a desperate attempt to trick her into letting me grab her illusive collar. Eventually it worked, but only after rolling on the ground (me not her) several times in hopes she would want to 'frolic and wrestle'. A nearby stick 'did the trick'. After throwing it several times and her playing catch, drop and run, she kept coming ever closer, and finally she tried to grab one which I had wedged under my foot. The human prevailed ... this time!  

My Life Lessons!
  • First, one really does need to live by the motto that Work-Life Balance is good for the heart, soul, and of course, one's sanity. Distraction can at times be deadly.
  • Second, I should have forked out money for Puppy School seven years ago.
  • Third, if all else fails, I could consider acting, or perhaps taking up life as a circus performer as apparently I have some transferable skills.
  • Fourth,  I really do think Professional Dog Walking, in our crazy busy world where a day ends up feeling like more than 24 hours, would be good for dog and his or her human friend.
  • Lastly, we do eventually turn into our parents, at least somewhat.  Just way too many years of operant conditioning have occurred to not have a little of their idiosyncrasies and qualities shine through!

Catherine Stewart-Mott

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