Training Up A Dog

The other day we had someone stop by and our dog Brulee is not the warmest of dogs at first.  So I told the lady just leave him be, don't look at him, or talk to him.  It may take several visits before Brulee will warm up to someone.  Well, she  tried to let him out the back door and started talking to him.  Well, he didn't like that. He followed around our dinette table and started barking at her so she went around the way and he followed.  So JD picked him and put him in his kennel upstairs. After she left JD brought him down and I fussed at him calling him a bad puppy, bad bad puppy.  But off he went down the hall.  Well, he didn't like that.  The next thing I knew I hear him whining.  He was under the dinner table pouting.  So I called him over and out he comes.  He sits down in front of me and I lovingly tell him that what he did was wrong and that he is to be nice to our visitor and I don't want  him to do that anymore.  Then I tell him I am done you may go.  And off he goes happy as a lark.  I was kinda joking and serious at the same time.  It was like he understood.  But I still think he will be back in the kennel. 

Shalom!!!

Two Ears One Mouth

This Is How I Roll

Snowflake!!!

 

So true!

Rabbi's Help

"Rabbi's Help"
An elderly Rabbi is walking down the street one
day when he notices a very small boy trying to
press a doorbell on a house across the street.
However, the boy is very small and the doorbell
is too high for him to reach.

After watching the boys' efforts for some time,
the Rabbi moves closer to the boy's position.

... He steps smartly across the street, walks up behind
the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on
the child's shoulder leans over and gives the
doorbell a solid ring.

Crouching down to the child's level, the Rabbi
smiles benevolently and asks, "And now what,
my little man?"

To which the boy replies, "Now we run!"

"WHY?"

I have come to learn that when people ask "Why?" They are not asking for the Truth.  They are just wanting to know "why?" has this messed with what they consider "their normal".  



 

Life Just Moves Too Fast

 I remember as a kid when people actually sat on their porches and waved as people went by.  In Greensburg whenever you past another car you waved hello whether you knew them or not.   People planted gardens and shared their harvest.  Things were just slower back then.  You visited people and people visited you.  I miss those days. 

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/28/magazine/the-island-where-people-forget-to-die.html?pagewanted=1&_r=0

We need to get back to this!

Shalom!!!