To catch a poodle, part I'veFinallyHadIt.

Dear Max,
Love you baby, I really do.  I'm sorry that I yelled at you after Will tripped and fell forward, face-down the stairs this morning and you pounced on his back like a trampoline as you raced to beat him down.  I realize that probably put you a bit on edge.  But you need to learn that when the door doesn't slam all the way shut and bounces back open and a child is simultaneously pressing the garage door button is not an invitation for you to go cavorting around the neighborhood in rain-soaked yards and flowerbeds.  It is not a game, despite my best efforts to get your attention on your tennis ball in order to catch you. 

So here's the deal, babycakes.  Next time the UPS man stops by, you and I are going to have a little come-to-Jesus meeting out in the backyard.  You're a smart boy, it won't hurt much.

Comments

[SJ]

My dogs are about to get the shock of their lives....with bark collars.

I too have had enough.

[Donna W]

Let me know how it works out. My Sadie needs this desperately!