Woof-woof, "Leave It"


Woof-woof, "Leave It"

My sister is in the process of obedience-training an ambitious 6-month-old Australian Shepherd puppy. She is focusing now on the command, "Leave It". If I could only get my mother, with dementia, to do that.  "NO!" in a shrill voice of alarm doesn't work, so I'm seeking new options to solve these dilemmas:.

Stubborn and persnickety to her core, we fight a daily battle with the wee-weed dirty laundry in the washing machine, waiting for attention. She insists on taking it back out, folding it and putting it away.

The platter drooling with raw chicken juice, "teaming with vicious bacteria", that she insists on drying with a tea towel.

The minutia and dross on the sidewalk when we walk around the block; like the dog sniffing at every stump and the toddler fascinated by every  cigarette butt.

The rubber-backed bath rug sodden with urine, that she drags around the house while it sags and drips like a piece of New York style pizza dripping olive oil.

The big-button emergency box for her Life Alert system; she just has to "adjust it" every time she walks by.

The doorknob to my bedroom where my daughter and her newborn have mercifully just fallen asleep.

The over-sized toaster oven she needs to constantly lift and reposition on the kitchen counter.

The bandages meticulously placed on her shin by the emergency room physician after she brushed against a campfire log. (He went to med school to learn how to do this, and you will be paying him for his expertise!)

How can I find success? Where am I going wrong?

Why, silly me. I see the missing piece to this equation. My pockets aren't filled with cheese bits and biscuit treats. How could I be so dumb?


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