New Word: Nice.

I find myself staring at the puppy to such length she finally looks at her ass and says “what!?” It had come to a reluctant realization that I’m insanely protective of her. She is not Leed, nor will, can, and even perhaps never wants to strive to be. She is her own little self. I realize that while being firm and loving, I’ve not given her a fair shake to fluff Kylee Feathers and let her be who she is and not just what I expect.

I’d never want anyone to compare me to anything, except rich, so I can understand her plight.

I am a tiring trainer, and she’s probably so sick of hearing of her name as I am to say it. Scream it? We work for the two hours before Dad comes home on obedience and tricks, hoping she will soon catch on and impress him. It would please him so much to see her learning stuff. Kylee will of course get all the credit lol.

Tonight all her gadgets, toys, extras and otherwise goodies have been taken because she will not come to her name and was eating feces. I am the dog nazi. She may have them back when she can listen, as she KNOWS her name. Especially when it’s food related, but she doesn’t get to pick and chose when she will come on command or not. We’ll work on that, but mostly when dad isn’t around because he will think I’m being too harsh and contradict all my efforts. I did after all have 3 dogs when I met him, wait no, Sierra had passed…. But from puppy…. They didn’t just arrive trained and nice and it certainly wasn’t my ex who did any work on it.

Kylee may make an appearance at work tomorrow, if so I’ll get all the snaps I can.

-DM