Fall. A season I love to hate. I hate it because just after it, comes the dreaded Western Pa Winter. A cold that starts and then likes to hang around far too long...like company that will just not leave! I hate it because after the leaves turn all pretty, they fall to the ground...and I have to pick them up with an over sized fork.
Speaking of raking leaves, just last week I got all psyched up to get in my "fall gear" and do some yard work. As I was raking, Charlie Brown was in the house (for those of you new to this blog, Charlie is my co-dependent Lab). Now Charlie is no fool, and he KNEW I was just outside the house working. So about an hour into this chore, my wife comes out to check on me and I hear her yell, "CHARLIE! GET BACK HERE!!!"
If your reading this and you (1) have a dog (2) ever had a dog (3) seen a dog, even if it was your neighbors or on TV... You have never seen a dog quite like Charlie. When he escapes, he runs. I think he thinks it's a game where I chase him and he runs away, and then he stops and waits until I get about 2 feet behind him and them he runs again. This goes on quite awhile and I am sure the neighbors really enjoy watching this.
Anyway, Charlie's initial pressure was to get outside by me. But after his jailbreak, it turned into his favorite game of tag.
Here is what happened in "real-time" in that moment: After Christen yelled, I walked around the house and I see Charlie. Charlie sees me. Charlie starts running away from me. I start running toward Charlie.
I think real fast.
I get down on my knee, I clap. I yell, "Charlie, good boy! good boy! Come on! good boy...come here!!"
Charlie runs to Anthony.
I take Charlie in my arms and hug him. I pet him and tell him how much of a good boy he is.
I then get the leash and put him on it and leave him outside right next to me as I finish the raking.
Why would Charlie ever choose to run toward me when I represent someone that is angry and/or hostile toward him? If anything, I only ensure that he will not. Think of how many times as a child, you wanted desperately to go to your parents and talk with them about issues in your lives but were just too scared. It is just like a dog that escapes and runs away knowing that the one place that is safest -actually is the most dangerous at the moment.
As a parent, you have to always be thinking about leaving the lines of communication open with your child(ren). If not, your child will find lines of communication, it will just not be with you. And you and I both know, that could be scary. Lunch table advice at the school cafeteria can often lead to some bad outcomes.