Came home the other day and found a pile of dog shit in the middle of the floor.
Based on the size of the poop I knew exactly who the culprit was…
I then stormed around the house until I found her curled up in a ball underneath the dining room table…
I proceeded to grab her neck skin and pulled her out from below. We then marched right over to the mountain of poop nuggets where I stuck her nose in the feces, and in my most intimidating & stern voice, said:
Yankee then spent the next few hours in the back yard until Tarah and the kids got home.
After scolding Yankee and putting her outside, I went to run some errands then headed out on a long run along the coast in Half Moon Bay.
About 4 hours later when I got home, you could probably guess who the first one to greet me was…
The same little shit (pun intended) that I vehemently chastised and tossed out of the house hours earlier. 🐶
Why is it that we as humans will hold onto something when we get our feelings hurt for nearly an eternity, yet dogs are able to let go and move right along?
The explanation is simple…
Dogs don’t take their feelings personal, humans do.
Yankee obviously understood she screwed up, tried to hide from her mistake, and then took accountability and the punishment that followed. When the punishment was over, the lingering hurt feelings that humans by nature ALWAYS hold onto were completely non-existent…
Not but 2 steps past the front door, Yankee leaped into my arms and planted an endless amount of tongue to mouth kisses. 👅
Next time we hold onto our hurt feelings and passionately resent the person that caused them (even if it was our fault), we might want to think about Yankee and realize sometimes it’s a lot more beneficial and a lot easier to LET GO and LET DOG. 🐕