grannys gone and done it

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Now I'm off to wrangle some chickens, 2nd worming time. You all have a great day
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The shock collars came in today. DH is suddenly concerned that if Ben thinks he's being shocked by the chickens that he'll be ruined as a duck retriever. I think he's smart enough to learn the difference.

Okie Dokie! Glad he dropped by with his wisdom! i'm just being a smarty pants since I don't recall him taking any interest in training with him. No need to tell him I said this, I understand why he would think that, it's a reasonable thought. A duck dog is sent on command to find and retrieve a duck specifically. They don't run off and chase and grab ducks. They're carefully trained with remote trainers (shock collars) to resist their impulses unless told to retrieve. Also, live chickens and dead ducks act and smell quite differently. No trouble at all to correct Ben for even looking at a chicken one day and reward him for retrieving a duck (hopefully not on your property) the next. 


It's so frustrating. DH put the collar on him last night in the house "just to see" if it altered his behavior. Then he was saying "look how good he's being. He's such a different dog with this thing on. He's listening so much better." And I said "you think it's the collar an not the month of hard work I've put into training him?"

I was a little :rant.

When he said the stuff about retrieving ducks I asked if he was going to actually hunt with Ben? "Maybe." Ok, then you train Ben and I'll go back to Jewel. "Jewel's my dog." Fine! Then I'll train Ben and dammed if I care whether he retrieves ducks or not.

I've been without my meds a few days, so the rage is running close to the surface. Plus DH and my mom are not getting along, and I'm just stuck in the middle. They're both too passive aggressive to do anything but talk crap about the other to me. I defend my DH, because my mom is nutso.
 
Mike's legs are much better. But, he is physically exhausted. The nurses are waking him up every hour or so. This morning he looked like hell. I fell asleep at 6 pm in the hospital room. When I got woke up by a loud mouth nurse at 11 pm. I never went back to sleep. The final straw was when they made him get out of bed at 2 am to weigh him! !

I had to leave before they threw me out.
 
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