Next we got in the car and Danielle was assigned as the assassin.
Finally we drove out of the driveway, turned around and drove back in. Danielle aimed, she fired, she nailed one!!! Right in the chest! The kind of hit that would mortify any dog into a lifetime of good, healthy car-fear. We soon learned as he barreled his way into my car the moment I opened the door that our ingenuousness did indeed fail.
He wasn't scared of cars at all, in fact he seems to expect to have toys thrown to him out of cars now.
Turns out he actually thought the ball was a giant chew toy.
Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day and with is hopefully some clarity into the best way to instill a lifelong fear of cars into these dogs.
In other news, isn't my nephew the cutest?
Wow that is a cute baby.
ReplyDeleteHaha, yes I agree. I think he really made my blog :)
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh Tina, I just read this and I'm seriously sitting in my cute yellow recliner that Becca hated then loved and Copper peed in a couple of times when he was a pup, laughing so hard that I'm crying! I'm supposed to be working on a presentation for a class and other crap like that but this just made my day! Thanks so much, love you:)
ReplyDeleteP.s. Shock collars work wonders when trying to mortify dogs .....hehehe