No means NO
I have been told that when I am disciplining Tai, I should be more stern. Apparently with dogs, the tone of your voice is more important than what you actually say, and according to my roomate, my no’s are enveloped in love and butterflies and sweetness and light because they don’t sound forceful enough. So now, I am practicing with everyone.
Friend: Do you want to go see “Land of the Lost” tonight?. Me: Umm… no. Friend: It’s Will Ferrell, it should be good, come on… Me: NO!Roomie: Do you want some of this [awesomely delicious] dinner that I cooked? Me: NO! [hah! I can say no like the best of ... wait, did I just say no to a home cooked meal?]
Tai: me wants food! scratch, scratch, whimper, scratch… Me: NO! Tai: looks at me with that adorable puppy face, sighs and walks away. Me: [Yes!]
I am so proud of myself. Over saying ‘no’ to my dog – but hey, it’s the little victories.
