The Ceasar Way

WHILE KEVIN WAS GONE (and okay, I’ll admit – a bit before he’d left) I got really into watching Ceasar Millan, the Dog Whisperer. I watched so many episodes that when Kevin would hear the mysterious voice announce, “when good dogs go bad, there’s one man who’s their best friend. . .” he’d groan, this again!?

I fancy myself an okay dog trainer. I mean, my dog knows the commands, “get in your bed” and “go poop”, which will come in handy with kid-training some day. (I kid, I kid. Sort of). So I thought, you know what, I’m going to pull a Ceasar Millan and actually walk my dog. Become the pack leader, and bond and all that sort of stuff. He recommends an hour walk a day, but Ollie is a wiener dog with a dash of El Chihuahua, so I took his length, divided by his height, multiplied that by four short legs and walked him for fifteen minutes.

And you know what? It was wonderful. I found the prettiest tree. Kevin thinks I’m crazy because it happened to be swarming with bees, but some pictures are worth risking a sting for.

Also, I really wish the dog spoke English, and not Spanish or German (his ancestry) because then he’d know that I’m the one who truly loves him. Kevin called this picture ugly.

His exact words were, “it’s a face only a mother could love”.

Shoot, now that I think about it, I sure hope he was talking about the dog.