I went to see Brad Paisley at SPAC last summer. Paid a lot of money for great seats. Really looked forward to an amazing concert.
Brad was incredible but I was miserable the whole time.
Why?
Because the person next to me stood up throughout the entire event. She alternated between loud, off-key singing and shrieking declarations of her undying love for Brad.
She also pumped her fist, danced in the aisle, and even jumped up on her seat to take photos of him with her cellphone.
Okay, you are thinking, obviously, you are old, irrelevant, and cranky, because ALL concerts are like this. No one actually sits.
You also ask “What the heck does this have to do with training dogs?”
Here’s how:
If I had been a dog, my reaction to my fellow Paisley fan might have been to growl at her, snap, and possibly apply a hint of dental persuasion to her obnoxious gyrating flesh.
This brings me to Papillion sisters Trisha and Tanya.
When Tanya gets excited about something – the doorbell, the AFLAC commercial on TV, the phone ringing – she spins in tight circles and yelps hysterically.
Trisha responds by wrestling Tanya to the ground, furiously seeking – teeth bared – a vulnerable neck in the silky abundance of hair.
Like me, Trisha is probably thinking “Hey! What the f*@>#?! Put a cork in it! Enough already!”
At the concert, I just stood there seething, imaging what I would do if I had a little less restraint and a lot more alcohol.
Unlike me, however, Trisha took the matter into her own paws and jaws.
This a two part problem because both Tanya and Trisha have issues:
1. Tanya needs to take the proverbial chill pill.
2. Trisha needs to keep her canines in her mouth where they belong.
As background, read How Did Your Hand Get Between My Teeth? and also any of these posts about Sibling Rivalry:
And since this is a two part problem, this is a two part blog.
To be continued…
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