So, I had an incident with my precious pooch Elle on a vacation at my family's home in Atlanta. I had taken her outside for a walk and she wasn't on a leash, which she normally is on, but I decided to see if she could be trusted without one - BIG mistake! She ran from me, IGNORING my calls for her to stop, sprinted down our EXTREMELY long driveway, crossed the VERY BUSY street, and ran pass SEVERAL houses in the neighborhood across the street. Yes, I had to run at OLYMPIC PACE to catch up with her. Panting and pissed, when I finally did get a hold of her, I was glad she was still alive and not hurt, but I was so angry I wanted to kill her myself...lol!! I couldn't even look at her. I locked her up in her cage in a dark room for the rest of the day. (FYI...I'm not an abuser, I still fed her and took her out to potty) But she was definitely in punishment - no playing, no petting, no toys, nothing! The next day, when she tried to walk up to me, I was still reeling.
Dealing with my crazy dog got me thinking...Thinking back to all of those times when I got in trouble with my own parents....thinking about how they must have felt when I ignored what they told me to do, put myself in danger, and then having to discipline me afterwards. It's kind of crazy how much perspective you gain when you get older. It must be tough being a REAL parent. For now, I'm glad I just have a dog to deal with. Btw....I still love her. :-)
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