I wrote this in response to that psycho Governor who led her dog  into a  gravel pit ( it was a puppy and the image of that dog happily running to her death is like a knife in my heart ) and then this sick, twisted F*&!  shot her dog in the face because and I quote, “she hated the dog.”

Her dog was in need of more training than she had received from  that psycho and guess who got blamed for the lapses in her training-  the dog who hadn’t even been on this Earth for two years, that’s who.

Kristi the Dog Killer also shot and killed her goat ( because this girl was on fire ) but it took more then one shot. So sure, she killed her puppy and tortured her goat to death. What a gal.

Personally I want a front row seat when Kristi Noem shows up in Hell- because she is BOUND too, but until then this is how I dealt with my dog who had some issues too.

It doesn’t involve guns.

This is my dog Hamish Macbeth.

He is for the most part well trained ( he thinks I don’t know he still counter surfs and drops toys from our balcony on top of dogs and people walking under him ON PURPOSE.

He doesn’t snap, he doesn’t freak out and bark his lungs out  and if he does toss out a few woofs I let it go because why not? Dog’s bark, babies cry and lions roar. It’s natural.

He wasn’t born a  well trained dog, it was my responsibility to help him reach his potential and I took that task to heart.

A few years ago my sister got a Husky named Stitch and at the time Stitch was fresh out of a rescue and he had anxiety about food and his toys.

Dogs having issues doesn’t show up on Hamish’s radar- he’s a cool customer. Also, he’s from hunting dog stock so he never really loses his composure. I think seeing Hamish not get anxious helped Stitch trust him as to other dogs. Well. It’s a process, isn’t it?

Hamish and Stitch are besties now.

But there is a BUT in any dog story and Hamish’s ‘but ‘ is this.

I noticed on visits to my Sister’s house Hamish would always find Stitch’s favorite toy- no matter where my Sister hid it before we came over- and Hamish would run up to Stitch, shake it at him and run away.

Make no mistake, Hamish KNEW he wasn’t suppose to tease Stitch and he sure as Hell knew he wasn’t suppose to run to my Sister’s goldfish pond with ANY of Stitches toys and drop it in the water- and he just didn’t drop it in the water.

He threw it so it ended up in the middle of the pond.

So much for my well behaved ‘he should be a therapy dog because he’s so sweet and patient’ dog. I was mortified. I couldn’t believe Hamish could be so devious and mean spirited.

Eventually I got Hamish to stop being a twerp. This is how I did it. When we got to my Sister’s and I saw him starting to track  for Stitch’s toys I’d call him over, make him sit and ‘look’ at me and then I’d give him one of his own toys that I had brought along.

Eventually he stopped teasing Stitch and now Stitch has a few of Hamish’s toys.

I believe in some circles Hamish’s toys that are now in Stitch’s possession would be called ‘punitive damages’. Hamish doesn’t seem to mind. He really is a good boy.

Most of the time.

And when he isn’t, we just work on our manners and hope for the best- and he hasn’t let me down in that department.

I hope he feels the same way about me.