My dog is an absolute pain in the butt.
Yeah, like the one in the movie.
I can’t believe I still have him after a year. He’s unbearable.
My 7-year old daughter insisted so much for us to get a dog last year that I had to yield.
OMG, I’m traumatized…
That doggy gives me all the grief you can imagine: drags the kids’ shoes to the living room, pisses on the floor, believes he owns the house, etc.
Why do I keep him around?
Because he’s teaching me and my daughter about people and ourselves.
I know this might sound bad. Let me explain.
Pets such as dogs reveal to us all of our weaknesses in communication. How so? Because they can’t speak and they don’t understand words.
They operate purely from a sensory perception level. They derive meaning solely from past events and anchoring.
So I can’t rely on speech to communicate and influence them.
I can tell my dog to leave the shoes alone until I’m blue in the face. He’s going to wag his tail and I’ll find the shoes in the living room the next morning.
How come some people are able to communicate with their dogs effectively?
Apparently, they don’t rely on words.
So ponder this:
How many times in your life have you given someone instructions only to find out they didn’t follow them (kids, anybody)?
So the critical question then becomes:
What is it that gets someone to follow instructions?
More on that tomorrow.