Please Don’t Tell the Pet Psychic
“No. Stop. I will sell you to the gypsies.”
“No. Stop. Korean Barbecue.”
I thought I was funny. To me, it was training with humor. I used those lines with Booker T. Washington Hooker when he did something naughty.
Then, along came the pet psychic. The FIRST thing he told her was, “I’m afraid she’s going to give me away.”
WHAT?
“Where on earth would he get an idea like that?”
I looked at Booker’s soft brown eyes and whispered, “Honey. You’re my boy. I would never give you away.”
No more jokes about gypsies and the Korean Barbecue.
Now, with a deaf puppy that keeps growing, I find myself getting up close, showing him the sign for “no” and curbing my urge to be what I considered funny.
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