Because I work outside all day, I do my best to keep covered up as much as possible as well as slather on the sun screen. I’ve seen what the sun can do to people’s skin and how it ages people way before their time. Plus there’s that whole skin cancer thing I’d rather not experience.
Being that I have Irish blood coursing through my veins, it means I’m extra white. Even when I’m tan, I’m still pretty much the whitest person around. I wear long pants, a long sleeve t-shirt under my uniform shirt and when out on a boat, wear a hat and sunglasses. And, like I said, am constantly putting on the sunscreen and chapstick.
But kids, my God today was so fricken hot. HOT, I tell you. Scorching. Unbearable. INhumane.
And I got charred, fried, burnt to a crisp. (My face.)
See, in, say, WA state, I could be in the sun about 2 hours before I would start to get a burn. Here? It’s like 10 minutes. Yep, that’s all it takes. So again, constantly slathering on the lotion.
I could feel my face getting hotter, feel it burning, it hurts right now, (don’t even start with the jokes, I will cut you), and I was wondering how the hell that happened when I am so conscious about protecting myself.
You know how?
Because it was so fucking hot that every time I put the sunscreen on, I would sweat it right the hell back off in less than a minute. I didn’t realize this until too late today. I cannot remember the last time I have ever burnt my face like this.
IT BURNS! (Exorcist voice)
I still have two more days I have to be out in the boiling ass furnace and guess what? Those days will be HOT AS HELL as well! I’m so thrilled I can hardly stand it.
You know, I think the Chinese are on to something with that “welder’s mask” visor they like to wear. Looks stupid as hell but I bet it works. How many burnt Chinese have you ever seen?
Anyway, that’s all. I just wanted to come on here and feel sorry for myself for a minute as well as write this out so that I remember it for the future. Note to self: Find a solution. This is not good.
Oh, in other news, I did finally get my car back. Have had it back for about two weeks now. They did a pretty darn good job on it. They even did the alignment. That meant I had to get two new tires on the front so I did that on the weekend after getting the car back.
Kids, that is about the straightest alignment I’ve ever had on a car. EVAH!!!1!!1!! I drove back home and because the traffic was light, I got it up to 60mph, (in a 45 zone...don’t tell the cops), and went about 1/2 a mile without touching the steering wheel. (I chose this particular area because the road is nice and smooth and flat there.) The car did not even attempt to pull to one side or the other. I’m damn impressed.
You can tell that the left side is a bit different color than the right side but only if you are specifically looking for that. Any random person probably would not be able to tell. They did a damn good job getting that color as close to the original as possible. (Plus the left side is shinier.)
AND, the repair shop even fixed a slight scratch and small dent that was not from the accident but had been there since I got the car. (They knew this as my insurance company requires us to take it in for inspection before we get the policy for this very reason.) But they did it “free of charge” as a way to make up for taking so fucking long fixing the car.
So, like, my car is practically brand new. Or looks that way, anyway. It took too long but I’m pleased with the results.
Now I get to see if I ever get my deductible back. Said it could take 30-45 days or so.
And in other, other news....yesterday and today were Cry’s days off and I wasn’t about to let him cut that tree down out of childish spite so I backed my car up in to the base of the tree leaving him NO ROOM at all to do a damn thing. I found another way to get to work. Ha, ha asshole. And I will keep doing this every Thursday and Friday until he gets the fuck over himself.
And finally, there is a new Kindle out. And it looks sweet. And I’m thinking....get my deductible back, maybe I’ll plunk down the $189 to get it. Not sure yet. I hate spending money but it’s pretty hard to resist the new Kindle. I am going back and forth with myself.
“You don’t need it, your current Kindle works perfectly fine.”
“Yes, but, this one has all kinds of new features and it’s smaller and sleeker and has more space and you can have more books and reading leads to serious intelligence and while you are already insanely intelligent, you can never stop learning and think of what a power house you could be with 3500 books worth of intelligence!”
“Are you mad? Why on earth do you need to carry around 3500 books at one time? You can’t even possibly read that many books in a lifetime.”
“But you could give it a valiant try! And then you’ll know everything and you’ll rule the world and everyone will be your minions and have to do what you say and you’ve got a couple of people on your shit list who you would love to fuck with and make their lives miserable as hell as they do your bidding; it would be sweet nectar revenge.”
“Hmmm, well, you do bring up a good counter argument with that one. We’ll think about it.”
See? How can I resist?
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]]>So there I was, innocently sipping on a Diet Coke when my neighbor walked by. I, stupidly, asked him if he had gotten his air conditioner fixed yet. See, last week, this lonely, miserable, complaining fuck had a guest over, a girl guest, (not like that...although I’m sure he wishes), and I thought, “Good for him. Maybe it will put him in a better mood.” He always walks around, pissed off, mumbling about some thing or other that has pissed him off lately. And let me tell you, the list appears to be endless. But, he now had a guest and he seemed excited that she was there so I was hoping for good things.
Sigh. Why do I even care about other people? Why? I never win.
At some point during her visit, his air conditioner broke. I felt bad for her in that she stayed in his house while he was at work and I’m sure it was uncomfortable even with a fan. I felt bad for him because here he finally has a guest and this shit happens. (And that was my first mistake, feeling bad.)
I’m not exactly sure what this person spends his money on but he never has any money. He had asked me about the air conditioner repairman I used recently, (my a/c went to shit but thankfully was under warranty so I got a new one..hurray!), because the guy I used was out the next day, tried to fix it, realized it needed replacement and was back out with the new unit the next day. No kidding. The other neighbors rely on some other old dude who may or may not bother to return your phone calls and may or may not make time for you to look at your a/c unit sometime in the next couple of weeks. Screw that. I live for my a/c and I’m not waiting on some old dude to decide he wants my business or not. So despite the howling protests, (and why on earth do these people CARE who I use, my GOD, I do not get that), I looked up a/c repair people on the internet and called my guy. (And this was after I placed three phone calls to old dude who never once acknowledged I existed.)
ANYway, he called my guy but because his a/c unit is not under warranty, it was going to cost him $90 to have the guy come out and whatever the charge to fix it. Neighbor guy does not have the money. (Really?) So he decided instead to contact “John”...He of the Shitty Underpants. Yep, my other next door neighbor. “John” or He of the Shitty Underpants, has been known to fix an air conditioner or two in his life time. Personally I would never let He of the Shitty Underpants touch anything of mine because he’s always tanked and on pills and when it comes time to pay his rent at the beginning of the month, he calls the ambulance instead and gets taken away for yet another “heart attack”. He’s working the sympathy route, see. He has plenty of money to drink and smoke and pop pills all month long but cannot come up with money to pay his rent.
So He of the Shitty Underpants went over to look at the other neighbor’s a/c unit. Let’s call other neighbor...Cry. Yes, that perfectly suits him. Cry needed a new compressor or some shit.
Ok, fast forward a few days to the beginning of this story. I, stupidly, asked if he got his a/c fixed. He told me he had, he said it was the compressor, He of the Shitty Underpants had fixed it and then, with no warning whatsoever, he started yelling, “And I’m cutting down that fucking bamboo tree!”
What the hell?
I said, “What the hell?”
He replied, angrily, “I’m cutting that fucking tree down on my next day off because it’s destroying my house.”
Sigh. Ok, my yard is small and there is a bamboo tree in my yard between my house and Cry’s house. Most of the stalks, (I guess they’re called), actually lean towards MY house and I’m constantly having to go to the roof and clean off the leaves as well as in my yard. The tree can reach over to Cry’s house but I typically do a good job of keeping it trimmed down.
So I stated, “No, you’re not. I can trim it up if it’s touching anything but you’re not cutting it down.”
I’ll spare you most of the drama that occurred in the following 5 minutes because it entailed him screaming and cursing and yelling that he fucking was cutting it down, fuck me if I didn’t like it, he didn’t care, it was destroying his house, everyone here only cares about themselves and now he’s going to care only about himself and fuck everyone and on and on. Periodically I would say, “Again, no, you’re not, if you would show me where this destruction is happening, I’ll trim the tree back”.
Finally I got pissed. I actually had to consult the fucking land owner. That pissed me off even more. I explained the situation. The land owner started laughing saying Cry could never operate a chain saw, don’t worry. I told him that Cry was determined to cut it down and I was furious. Land Owner said to tell Cry that it would be trimmed, Cry would not be cutting it down.
I informed Cry of this. Cry then proceeded to scream and curse again about how he can’t believe I went to Land Owner, curse, curse, curse, curse, curse, scream, froth at the mouth, blow a blood vessel, etc.
So Cry went back and screamed and wet his pants in front of Land Owner. Land Owner comes back to me and says, “Well, you know, if it’s destroying his house....” I said, “It is NOT destroying his house. I can trim it back but it does not need to come down.” So Land Owner said to allow me to trim it back. If that didn’t work then we would cut it down.
What the fuck does the asshole expect me to do? You can’t fucking speak to me in a civil fucking tone, you can’t fucking listen to reason, you can’t fucking talk calmly and come to a compromise, you just do it your way and fuck the world? No, asshole fucker, it doesn’t work that way. He left me no alternative BUT to go this route and that also pissed me off because I can’t stand having to fucking do shit like this over PETTY! ASS! CRAP! It makes EVERYONE look fucking stupid.
I looked at that tree from every possible angle and could not, for the life of me, figure out what the hell Cry was talking about. NOTHING touches his fucking house. He claimed it was when the wind was blowing. >smack forehead< Are any of you in any way familiar with bamboo trees? Those stalks are not exactly limber. They don’t bend and flex all that much in the wind. I stood at the base of the tree and pushed and pulled on the stalks trying to get one of them to touch Cry’s house and NONE OF THEM moved more than 1/4 inch. In other words, no they fucking were NOT touching his fucking piece of shit house.
So, yesterday, I hear He of the Shitty Underpants out in his yard with a chain saw. Oh hell no mother fucker. I bolted out the door. Come to find out he was just chopping back branches from some trees that are near our properties “in case of a hurricane”. Fair enough.
We discussed the destructible bamboo tree, the tree of EVIL!, and HotSU told me that he had cut the limbs back already and Cry helped him carry the limbs to the truck. Oh, ho ho! Did we forget to fucking include that bit of information, you asshole, Cry?
This would be why I could not figure out what the hell Cry was crying about. HotSU showed me where one of the stalks/limbs had been rubbing on a small part of Cry’s house. Ok, so there was a bit of damage. Not a lot, nothing that can’t be easily (and I mean, EASILY), fixed. Ok, though. But the offending stalk/limb had been trimmed back so there was no problem anymore and no need for the fucking drama queen to insist on taking a chain saw to the whole thing. Regardless, I had HotSU cut the stalks/limbs (the two he started), lower so that Cry had nothing at all to piss and moan about. He wanted to chop the entire thing down over a limb. One fucking limb.
Instead of saying, “Hey, Serenity, you need to keep the tree trimmed because, as you can see here, one of the stalks/limbs grew towards my house and has made that scrape mark you see there. Please don’t let that happen again.”
Ok! I would have been happy to!
But I didn’t get that fucking kind of respect, now did I?
So, the deal with the Land Owner was that I would trim the tree back from Cry’s house, we would see how that went and if it worked, case closed. If it appeared that the tree would continue to DESTROY Cry’s house, the whole thing would be chopped down.
I cannot fucking wait to talk to Land Owner. I’m also taking photographs so that Cry cannot make other claims later on. He is that kind of person. And in the end, with Land Owner and Cry both in attendance, I’m going to mention that perhaps I might lend a little more credence to Cry’s claims about caring about his property if he got his fat fucking ass out and washed off the blanket of dark green mold that circles the top part of his house and cleaned the garbage up out of his yard.
Fucking piece of shit.
]]>I have a completely private journal I’ve been writing in because of that type of shit right there. Who gives a shit if what I’m writing about is petty ass bullshit? You know what, kids? A lot of what I deal with on a day to day basis IS petty ass bullshit. Right now I’m having a fucking argument with a neighbor over a fucking bamboo tree. He claims it is “destroying my house”, shouting, screaming, cursing, threatening to take a chain saw, go in to my yard and chop the whole thing down and it’s not even FUCKING TOUCHING HIS GOTTDAMNED HOUSE EVEN WHEN THE WIND BLOWS.
I asked him to show me where this tree is “DESTROYING!!!!!11!!1!!!” his house. I even set up a specific time. Did he show? No. But he still threatens. I don’t own the land so it’s not like I can get him on trespassing or things like that so let’s not even go there with that advice.
I like the tree, I want it to say, it doesn’t touch his fucking house and frankly I’m really fucking pissed off over the whole thing because he brought it up, out of the blue, raging and screaming about it and not once has he spoken to me like a fucking calm adult about it and I’m so gottdamned mother fucking pissed off and I want to write it about it here but I don’t feel free to do that because some fucking cock sucking asshole is going to come here and say, “I don’t want to read that shit, I want to read about politics, not petty ass bullshit.”
FUCK!!LK@JKL@JKJRajfknafklsdan! FUCK!!!!
I wish everyone in my life would stop trying to fucking tell me what to do, stop trying to force what they fucking want down my throat, stop fucking disrespecting me and fucking TALK TO ME LIKE A FUCKING ADULT. And if you don’t like something, be tactful and nice about it or SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!
I’ve got a lot of rage building right now and if I’m not allowed to get that the fuck out of my system, it’s going to be really bad. LET ME FUCKING VENT.
]]>a) Most of the people I saw were on break and refused to assist in any way when looking for column D3 because they were too lazy or had absolutely no idea where column D3 was located. And I am not kidding in the slightest when I say that one time, I had a package to be delivered to an individual at column D3, was having a hard time finding it, (and it’s exhausting walking around these huge buildings), I asked for help from someone I saw eating a sandwich, he stated he did not know where column D3 was located, I walked and walked and walked and walked and finally, I found column D3. It was right next to the fricken place sandwich eater was sitting. You’re fucking kidding me, right?
b) I would hand over the part, they would sign for it and throw it on to a conveyor belt. Not place it there, not gently put it down, throw it. In fact, they made jokes about the sound it might make and how it was actually the company’s new name. ("That’s why we call it ‘Boing!’”, they would chortle.) Yah, how nice. I’m delivering a part to put on an aircraft and these twats are throwing them around without a care in the world.
Some years ago there was a plane crash off the coast of California. It was coming back from Mexico, had a stop at LAX and was going to continue on to Seattle. The plane crashed in to the Pacific Ocean-I can’t remember if it was shortly after take off from LAX or before landing at LAX. It was on the news all over in Seattle because there were a number of Seattle residents on that plane. Come to find out that the cause of the crash was a faulty part and that someone who knew about this had tried to warn about this faulty part for quite some time. He was let go, called a “whistle blower” and basically ostracized. They gave this guy a bunch of shit and he was right. But no one wanted to fucking do anything about it until after the plane crashed.
I’m supposed to trust these people with my life?
I’m not really concerned about terrorists, to be honest. Sure, I don’t want any of them on my plane but I think that if I’m going to die anyway, I would do something like those guys on the plane on 9/11. People say, “You don’t know what you would do, you would probably sit there, scared and not do anything.” HA! Have you fucking met me?! The hell I would. I’m not going to sit by and let some sand nit dictate how I’m going to behave before dying. If I’m going to die anyway, I’m going to fuck up their plans. People focus a lot on the firefighters and police and such with 9/11, (yes, they were also heroes, don’t misinterpret what I’m saying), but I think more focus should be put on those who took down the terrorists in that plane. They died anyway but damn, people, they died trying. That’s a hero. Those are the kinds of people little kids should be looking up to when deciding how they are going to act in life, not the over paid sports celebrities who are always getting caught doing something stupid or illegal.
Anyway, the final thing that keeps me from flying is the airlines and TSA themselves. They’ve been coming up with some pretty stupid rules lately, ("your hands must be in view at all times for the last hour of the flight” oh fucking shut up), but what really grinds my pepper is the new charges they keep piling on that never used to be there. We’ve already spent hundreds of dollars on a ticket and any special requests or extra baggage we have; and that’s fine. But no, I’m not paying extra to carry on a knapsack, having a snack, meal or drink, (non alcoholic), or to use a blanket or pillow. That’s total bullshit. They’re looking to make up costs but they’re looking in the wrong places. Find out what is driving people away from flying not charge them up the ass for every last thing.
I used to love flying when I was younger. I thought it was thrilling and I remember on my very first plane trip across country at age 14, I could not wipe the grin off of my face. Now? It’s only if there absolutely, positively is no other possible way to get there that I will fly and even then it’s going to take some serious thinking. The airlines have been trying to make all kinds of money in these ridiculous charges left and right when what they’ve done is completely lost my business. Instead of granting me a fucking carry on, free of charge, they get no money from me at all.
This may be funny right now but these guys have a knack for coming up with things years earlier that comes out to be a little true, later on:
I think I’ll enjoy my car, instead.
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That explains why he wants to sue them.
]]>Unemployment rate falls in 39 states in June
“OMG! Like, really?! Take that you evil Rethuglicans! You said that St. Hope and Change and their ilk were doing harm to this country but look at those numbers! When did HaliburtonBush do anything like this?! Maybe you should take a backseat and let us Dems run the show, we know how to do it, idiots.”
Yah. So, let’s get to the rest of the story, mmmkay!??
The unemployment rate fell in most states in June, mainly because more people gave up searching for work and were no longer counted. ~emphasis mine
Er, yah. Now it doesn’t sound so damn peachy anymore does it? They GAVE UP looking for work because there ISN’T ANY WORK. Mr, “I’m Going To Bring Thousands and Thousands of Jobs to the American People” has failed. Failed!
I’ve been unemployed before and you know what? I never had to try that hard to find work. These people gave. up! That is NOT a good sign.
Fewer states saw job increases, the latest evidence that the economic recovery is slowing.
What economic recovery? Foreclosures, companies going under left and right, companies being taken over by the government, (my God), exactly what economic recovery are these windbags talking about? There hasn’t been an economic recovery. It’s been shit and continues to be shit. Some people are in denial, yes, spending money they don’t fucking have but overall, there is no recovery. I work in the tourist industry. There IS NO economic recovery. That’s one of the first places to look at how well the economy is doing and it ain’t doing well at all.
But only 21 states saw net job gains in June, the government said. That compared to 41 the previous month and is the fewest this year.
The decline in job creation reflects the layoff of thousands of temporary census workers. Those jobs inflated total payrolls in May and then reduced them in June.
The temporary ‘up in my personal business’ census workers inflated the numbers before but now that they are no longer needed, the numbers are back to accurate. And the census workers can kiss my ass, by the way. Twice they knocked on my door this year and once I told them to go fuck themselves and once I ignored them.
Still, the report also indicated that businesses aren’t hiring many new workers. Nationwide, private employers added a net gain of only 83,000 jobs last month. The national unemployment rate dropped to 9.5 percent in June from 9.7 percent the previous month, as about 650,000 people stopped looking for work.
No, businesses are not hiring new workers. My boss wants to hire two more people, at the least, but he won’t right now because the tourism industry is feeling the brunt of the “economic recovery” that doesn’t exist. Yes, it is normally slower in the summer time, yes but it’s much slower this year than it has ever been in the years I’ve been working here. People are not spending their money. We still do ok but we shouldn’t be looking like this until September. That’s when our “slow” season is supposed to be. Not April, May, June, July and August. So, until it picks up again, he won’t hire the two more that he wants to hire.
The economy is not recovering. People are not spending their money. Too many people are out of work and hardly any new jobs are being created. It’s so bad that people give up looking in 39 states. Shall we continue shoving our heads in the sand just so we can save face for voting for a reckless piece of shit in to office or shall we begin to face the truth? And I don’t see it getting better for some time.
Whatever job you do have, hang on to it. This is not the time to be unemployed.
(Hat tip to FB friend, Nick)
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He’s only my favorite author. EVAH! I will devour his books when I see them and I did, at one time, own damn near every single book he ever wrote. Because he’s fucking awesome.
To be compared to him totally makes my day.
(And if any of you actually think I am taking this stupid analyzer that seriously, get the fuck off my site, now. I would hope that by now you would realize I’m not stupid and if you think I did take it seriously, and were getting ready to type me some comment about how this isn’t an accurate analyzer; it’s the same as those random quiz generators, then you need to go fuck off right this very second. Why the disclaimer? Because you wouldn’t believe some of the emails I get sometimes. So let me end this by adding this:
Some people out there think that I’m too stupid to get it when they don’t realize that they are too fucking stupid to know I already did.)
]]>They’re usually a total fucking waste of time with a bunch of managers talking down to employees about “no I in team” and “9 yard lines” “bottom lines” and a whole bunch of other boring crap that most people don’t care about. If the people are really good at it, they might actually make you feel something for about 5 minutes-could be indigestion-before everything goes back to normal and Suzie in the cube next to you has returned to her former bitchy self.
In other words, bosses don’t appear to listen very well and wonder why moral is so low all the time. I think I should start a new series here at Serenity’s Journal called, “What the fuck NOT to do if you are the boss”.
Let’s take current events as an example.
If you were paying attention, which you probably weren’t, you will have noticed that I just got done working 10 days in a row. Not the best moral booster right there but, rumors were going around that I would get 4 days off as the schedule went back to normal this week.
Believe it or not, (I did not), that actually happened. My normal days off are Monday and Tuesday but I had to work right on through them all the way to the weekend this past week. I finally got Sat and Sun off and now, since the schedule is going back to normal, I also get my Monday and Tuesday off which makes 4 days in a row.
Ok.
It sure would have been nice if the boss had let me know that in advance that was happening-would have made working those 10 fucking days in a row in the blistering heat a little easier since I would have something to look forward to, right?
Yah, communication, bosses. And throw your employees a fricken bone once in awhile.
So anyway, I finally get to the four days off and do what I normally do on days off. I clean the shit out of my house and stay up way too late at night. Whatever, it makes me happy. (I still don’t have my car--but that’s a whole nother story.)
Then, today rolls around. I finally have everything completely done. House is sparkling since I had extra days to do it this week. Everything looks good, smells good, is organized, in its place, washed, cleaned....I still have no fucking car....so I have absolutely nothing to do today. Which means I get to spend the entire day in bed, reading or watching t.v. or movies or browsing the internet, in my pajamas. That’s awesome.
I stayed up really late last night knowing that if I wanted to, I could sleep until 11, noon, 1pm if I so desired because I had nothing! to do.
And then I hear the fucking ringing.
It’s just past 9am.
I know who the hell that is without looking. Nobody calls me on a Tuesday this early in the morning. No, it’s not my car, those assholes don’t show up until about 11 am and then promptly leave for a 2 hour lunch. It’s work.
And they can fuck. the hell. right off.
Someone didn’t show up so they’re calling me to come in.
No.
Absolutely not.
First of all, I already fucking worked 10 fucking days in a row for you last fucking week. I am NOT working 6 days this week while everybody else continues to get their time off. No, no, no! I am not the only person who works here, you fucking find someone else.
Second of all, it’s never appreciated. Ever. There are no thank yous, there is no consideration for raises or promotions later on. There’s no extra bonus at Christmas. No one asks, “What day would you like off to replace this day?”
No, you know what you fucking get when you work this hard? “You look miserable and we can’t have that around here. You could lose your job.”
That’s what the fuck you get when you work your ass off for these people.
And you want me to come in on my day off again?
No.
Hell. No.
I’m not a slave, it’s fucking hot out there, I’m still tired after what you did to me the last two weeks, I need a break, I’m not the only one who works here you CAN find someone else, you don’t fucking appreciate it at ALL, and it’s easily forgotten as within the week, at some point, you’ll be calling us “fucking idiot” like you always do, to all of us, at various, random times.
We’re just a bunch of fucking idiots to you, we are mere bodies that drive boats, we’re not human to you, you consider us uneducated, a bunch of losers and have no respect for us. You know that some of us are college educated, you know that some of us don’t drink and do drugs, you know that some of us have a high positive feed back in customer service, you know that some of us have goals but you forget that and lump us all together as nothing more than numbers that can easily be replaced.
“If you don’t like it here, you can work somewhere else” is the standard answer instead of trying to find a way to right the problem.
No, kids, they do not care.
And because of that, I no longer care.
Remember, managers, supervisors, owners, CEOs, etc: It does start from the top. If you don’t care about your employees, they won’t care about you or your goals or what you want, either. If you want to know why there is this problem or that problem, start at your own desk.
]]>I never let her sleep on my bed. She had a blanket next to the bed as well as one in the living room. This is where she was allowed to sit or lie down. Never on the bed or the couch; she was always lower than me.
I never let her walk out the door first. I led the way, not her. I never let her back in first, again I led the way, not her.
When we approached a crosswalk, she would sit and wait and would not move until I stamped the heel of my shoe on the pavement to let her know it was ok to move. (The only time she moved was when a dumb bitch came up behind her but I’ve already told that story here before and she was right to do the moving.)
And when it came to feeding, that dog was not allowed to dance around, act like a fool, jump on me or rush me. She was to sit and she was to wait. I would refill her water dish and set it down. I would pick up her food dish, put more food in it and set it down. Still she was not allowed to move. I would stand there while she sat and waited. Her eyes were glued to me. Her entire attention and focus was on me. That is exactly what you want your dog to do. In the beginning, I made her wait longer until she got it in her head that I ruled, not her. As she got better at it, her wait time went down. I would also test her. Her key word was, “Ok”. Anything else, that was not the signal to move and start eating.
You know what? It didn’t take long to train her. I was consistent, I never let her get away with anything, she knew I was the alpha and would remain the alpha and if she wanted her food or to run around outside, I was the one who would allow it and decide when it would happen. And she got it right fast. Even when I tested her at the food dish with other words, she never moved until she heard me say, “ok”.
Some people get all upset and think “OMG, that’s so cruel!” No, idiots, it’s not cruel. It’s how dogs act in the wild and it’s how these dogs know to act. They need a leader, they need a consistent leader.
I’m thrilled to see this video of a guy who rescues dogs and gets it. He totally gets it and proves that no dog is too old, too young, too dangerous, (breed stereotype), or too stupid to understand that he is the pack leader.
This is how you train dogs to be great pets and companions. You don’t treat them like humans, you don’t let them get away with whatever they want, you don’t spoil them like a child. They are dogs. And if more people on this earth knew a damn thing about dogs, like the guy in this video, maybe there wouldn’t be so many dogs in need of rescue.
It’s not the dog’s fault. It never is.
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