Last night it stormed. And Casey panicked. I ignored, acted like I didn’t care. I have seen one episode of “The Dog Whisperer,” after all. I seriously gave out some calm, assertive energy. I am the pack leader.
I went about getting ready for bed, ignoring the shaking and panting dog that followed my every step. Thunder boomed. I got into bed and began reading. Casey paced beside the bed, breathing hot, foul breath into my face at 50 mph. I was calm; I was unaffected.
He then tried to get under the tiny nightstand. No! I loudly and assertively said. Then he lay down beside the bed, still panting but at least stationary for a minute. Then he started to get up again, so I tried a new trick. I shhhccuped him.
(That is what the Dog Whisperer, Cesar Millan, does to control his dogs. He points and them and rapid fires a command that sounds like a cross between Shh! and Sup? It’s shhccupp. It sounds a lot like Dr. Evil telling you to Zip it!...Zpt!...Zpt!)
And holy crap, it worked! Casey looked at me strangely and lay back down. He even stopped panting and laid his head down. He was breathing through his nose like a normal dog!! And then a big boom of thunder. And NOTHING from him. NOTHING!
Call me Cesar.
Soundtrack: Keane, “Bend and Break”
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You lie.
Anna is convinced that your Mom and I are the most deprived and sadly boring people alive because we are actually entertained by watching Cesar. I'm really not too surprised that "the sound" does break Casey out his "zombie" mode. I think I'll try it on Anna sometime!
Hey Anna, "sch"-"tch"!
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Okay, that is the coolest thing I've heard. Leif and I are totally hooked on Cesar (said with strong accent). And we use it with Hershey. It does work. And funnily, we use it on each other from time to time. That works too. Shccupp!
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