Anyway, we arrived at the park just fine. But, I have to tell you. These monthly meetings are becoming a a bit stressful for me, especially if I go by myself. Jam and his nuggets are really having a testosterone party and he is quite drunk with hormones. So, coming to a meeting is like bringing an alcoholic to Tijuana, leading him into a bar, sitting him on a barstool where there are shots of tequila lined up on the bar and then screaming, "Don't Drink!"
The alcoholic will find it tough to listen to you.
So, I bring Jam (and his raging hormones) to the park where lush females and unneutered males will be gathered to challenge his sensibilities.
I'll just go ahead and say it. We weren't in the circle of acceptance. We tried, but we got booted pretty fast.
Sigh. We did obedience, then went by the train and at the end of the meeting we played Tic Tac Toe. I had Jam sit out the first game. Yellows won.
You know, at some point, you just have to say, fine. OK. I will be the one with the insane dog. I walked Captain Crazypants over to the box and he laid down.
And he stayed.
|Cheryl and Jam walking to Tic Tac Toe box Photo by Michele Reese.|
|Cheryl asking Jam to stay in a down on Tic Tac Toe box Photo by Michele Reese.|
|Jam maintaining the stay on Tic Tac Toe box Photo by Michele Reese.|
Where's my tequila? I need a drink!