I decided to get closer to the “one line” portion of Linda’s challenge. Of course, it won’t be one line, because – everybody say it with me – it doesn’t make any sense without the backstory.
Thurty-seven years ago, The Editor and I had begun raising our first Irish Setter, Mitzi. I had grown up with dogs, and I had had dogs as an adult before meeting The Editor, but she had never had a dog. Since she was to be the primary care giver, we thought it would be a good idea for her and Mitzi to enroll in a training course. We did our research (1983, folks, that means Yellow Pages and newspapers) and we selected a woman who held classes one night a week, for eight weeks.
We waited until Mitzi was old enough, and we enrolled. The lessons were held in a large barn, maybe a dozen or so dogs. I’ll spare you (and I’ll avoid embarrassing The Editor) the details. Suffice it to say, we dropped out. The reasons were 70% Irish Setter and 30% the fact that The Editor was pregnant. However, the enrollment fee hadn’t been wasted. The first lesson, the most important lesson, according to the instructor, had been committed to memory. The first thing the instructor told the human students was to:
“Get down to the level of your dog and praise your dog!”
Mitzi figured that was all that was necessary.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner, I’d encourage you to join in on the fun. You can follow this link to participate and to see the one-liners from the other participants.