Thursday, September 16, 2021

Raising puppies or children helps to properly (re)train grownups

One of my all time favorite authors, Gene Hill, has a great quotation that goes “Whoever said you can't buy Happiness forgot little puppies.” I was reminded of that this morning when a young golden retriever pup came boundcing (that’s a cross between a bound and a bounce) over to say Hi! and welcome me to the John Deere shop where I had gone to get an oil filter for our subcompact tractor. My mood improved about 500% after returning the greeting. The innocence and exuberance of most pups is a marked improvement over the mood of many adult humans these days. It’s only been within the past few months that I’ve come across the phrase “doom scrolling” and, he admitted ashamedly, caught myself doing it.

the Better Half’s Franco as a young dog
"the Better Half’s" Franco as a young dog
Photo by J. Harrington

Our granddaughter, soon to turn one, does as well as a retriever pup in the joyousness department, both experiencing it and creating it for her parents, grandparents, uncle and about anyone lucky enough to be around her. (What? No, of course I’m not biased! The very idea!) Is it that puppies and toddlers still see most of the world and its inhabitants as interesting and friendly? Most of the dogs I’ve been lucky enough to have own me have kept that happy perspective for the whole times we shared, with occasional exceptions for things like thunderstorms.

my SiSi as a young dog
“my" SiSi as a young dog
Photo by J. Harrington

Could it be that youngsters, whether canine or human, have more open, positive expectations because  they haven’t yet experienced the disappointments many of us go through as we grow to adulthood? Then there’s the whole positive reinforcement versus punishment corrections in training puppies and raising children. It’s been years but I still remember hearing about “spare the rod and spoil the child.” And  yet, every puppy or young dog I’ve brought home turned out to be eager to please and meet expectations if only I could be smart enough to convey those expectations in a way the dog could understand.


If Feeling Isn't In It



You can take it away, as far as I'm concerned—I'd rather spend the afternoon with a nice dog. I'm not kidding. Dogs have what a lot of poems lack: excitements and responses, a sense of play the ability to impart warmth, elation . . . .  
                                                                                   Howard Moss

Dogs will also lick your face if you let them.
Their bodies will shiver with happiness.
A simple walk in the park is just about
the height of contentment for them, followed
by a bowl of food, a bowl of water,
a place to curl up and sleep. Someone
to scratch them where they can't reach
and smooth their foreheads and talk to them.
Dogs also have a natural dislike of mailmen
and other bringers of bad news and will
bite them on your behalf. Dogs can smell
fear and also love with perfect accuracy.
There is no use pretending with them.
Nor do they pretend. If a dog is happy
or sad or nervous or bored or ashamed
or sunk in contemplation, everybody knows it.
They make no secret of themselves.
You can even tell what they're dreaming about
by the way their legs jerk and try to run
on the slippery ground of sleep.
Nor are they given to pretentious self-importance.
They don't try to impress you with how serious
or sensitive they are. They just feel everything
full blast. Everything is off the charts
with them. More than once I've seen a dog
waiting for its owner outside a café
practically implode with worry. “Oh, God,
what if she doesn't come back this time?
What will I do? Who will take care of me?
I loved her so much and now she's gone
and I'm tied to a post surrounded by people
who don't look or smell or sound like her at all.”
And when she does come, what a flurry
of commotion, what a chorus of yelping
and cooing and leaps straight up into the air!
It's almost unbearable, this sudden
fullness after such total loss, to see
the world made whole again by a hand
on the shoulder and a voice like no other.



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