Pets & Babies

In our quest to prepare Diesel for the impending arrival of Baby Poop, last night Mrs. Poop and I went to a class entitled "Pets & Babies."
The class was taught by a beautiful Rhodesian Ridgeback, Logan, and his owner.



The part of the class when the instructor/trainer spoke was interesting. Most of the things were common sense but good to hear. It all boils down to making the changes that will happen when the baby comes, before the baby comes, so the dog doesn't resent the baby. If the dog sleeps in your bed, stop that now. If he sits in your lap, make him sit next to you. If you have to move his bowl, move it now. Our problem is that Diesel loves to sleep in what will be the baby's room, because it has western exposure (late day sunlight), and it's basically an empty room in which he can relax. We can't allow him in there alone when the baby is sleeping, so we have to start weaning him off that room now.

After the presentation the class degenerated into a discussion of everyone's bad dog. Basically they made Diesel look like an angel. About four other people had labs, one ate three bags of Easter candy, one was a gift to a woman who seemingly hates the dog, one can't ride in the car.

Here's an example of how crazy these pregnant women are. One woman asked for suggestions about how to get her dog and baby to ride in the car together.

Try a harness.
We tried that once and the dog hated it.
Put the dog in the back of your SUV.
Nope, the dog likes to have it's head near a window.
Keep the dog in the front seat.
Nope, the dog is too big.

So the dog can't ride in the front seat, the back seat or the rear of the SUV. I guess all that's left is to make her run alongside the car.

A couple people had cats. I hate cats. And as much as Mrs. Poop enjoyed it, I really couldn't care less about the problems of these dumb pregnant ladies and their poorly trained dogs.

The best part of the class was Logan. He was lying down in the front popping his head up every once in a while for a treat. As we were walking out we stopped to pet him, and he ripped the biggest dog fart ever. Worse than anything Diesel's ever done.