lessons learned – For the Love of

This is the look I get every day, several times a day, especially when it concerns the mailman. It starts with an ear piercing, multiple word dog bark…

This is proof of dogs teaching other dogs good or bad lessons on how to behave. Mimi, who passed away about two years ago, evidently taught Daisy that the mailman is bad…very bad.

Before I had the yard fenced in, Mimi was on a steel cable that was fastened to a concrete block that was buried in concrete in the yard. This particular mailman’s temperament was poor on a good day and he would taunt Mimi if she was outside knowing she couldn’t get to him. I have always said how you treat animals is a true testament to your character.

One day this mailman was running late and I thought he had already been by so, I let Mimi out. Oops, I didn’t see him and he was coming up the sidewalk and Mimi went after him. Fortunately for him, he was still further out than the chain would reach but he didn’t realize that. He turned so fast he tripped over his own feet tearing up both elbows as he fell face first to the sidewalk. I checked on him and saw he was okay – just bad scrapes. He had nasty things to say to me in his thick foreign accent and I told him I was sorry. He threw my mail in the yard and I chuckled as I picked it up. Karma will get you.

Later that afternoon his boss called me to get my side and I explain to him that he is the only person I had seen Mimi get upset with. I also told him I had photo evidence if he needed copies of the way this particular gentleman was treating my dog. Dogs remember! Shortly after that, I had the yard fenced in and put the mailbox out beyond the fence.

Daisy has never had a chance to get near this mailman but acts the same way as Mimi did – she evidently was trained well by Mimi. LOL.

So, I just wait for her to quit barking before letting her out. Then whoever may be out there is gone. But still, I get this 5 minute growl complaining to me – “Do you not see what I see?”

You can see that I put a cover over the stool to protect the stool and the window. The stool keeps her off of the table. She still can reach the window sill some so I guess it’s time for a repaint.