Pup approved spanking

You all know I was dead set against Mollie getting a puppy. And I still maintain I was right. But, of course, she got one anyway. And the one she got is as close to being perfect as you could ever want. 

Mollie and friends are tooling around southern California as I write this. Nick and I are babysitting both the cat and the dog. Mollie’s cat has always hated me for some reason. If I reach to pet her I’m usually in danger of having my hand ripped open. My strategy for this visit has been to completely ignore her and it seems to be working. For the first four days she was here, I put down food and didn’t even speak. Never tried to approach or pet her. On the fifth day she rubbed against me and I ran my hand over her side once and then stopped. She did not turn and try to rip me to shreds. That’s major progress.   

But this puppy, Maggie, is an angel. So sweet, so laid back, so obedient – she is a true joy. I open my front door to let her go out and tell her, “Go potty” she strolls out, squats, pees and trots back to the door. She sits on command, shakes, and waits when I put her food bowl down until I tell her she may have it.

One of her favorite spots.

I do love Goldens and I’ve toyed with the idea of getting a puppy once or twice. I think now I won’t. As good as Maggie is puppies do take up a lot of time and you sure can’t shut the door and head off for a weekend away. I think I’ll like keeping Maggie for Mollie when necessary and I won’t feel any guilt about asking Mollie to come look in on the cats when we take a week-long trip we’re planning for fall. But I think it will work best for Nick and I to enjoy the grandpup. Spoiling her a little and sending her home.

And one more wonderful thing about this pup – the sound of a good spanking and fine love making don’t affect her in the least! Nick had a birthday Saturday. When we got the time to celebrate I waffled about putting her in her crate but decided against it. Through different implements, various vocals and the ups and down, bending over and other movements on and around the bed she lay peacefully in the floor occasionally lifting her head, cocking it to the side and observed us without interfering. To which I say, Good Dog!

I don’t think I’ll report this last piece of good behavior to Mollie – I think I’ll just let her discover this on her own one of these days.