The carpet cleaner came today. Another benefit of the latest group buying website in Jerusalem. We’ve been talking about cleaning our rug for approximately two years with no luck. We tried using a at-home steam cleaner and i even bought a vacuum with my bonus holiday check as an attempt to maintain a clean rug. Somehow, I always felt that the rug was our best kept secret, deep down i always knew the levels of filth were most likely toxic and although i would sometimes sit directly on the rug, i did so with the knowledge that it could possibly be the sole reason the entire nation of Israel is sick with the flu.
You can imagine the excitement i experienced when we were able to get this toxin cleaned. Because it’s Israel, the cleaner didn’t even try to move the rug out from under the tv stand or most of the couch, he just put the nozzle down where he could see live rug and went to town. And i was ok with that, mostly because my domesticated self was engaged in the bathroom, changing a diaper of poo that had seemed to defy gravity and crawl up Ziggy’s back. The diaper changing took almost as long as it did for him to clean the carpet.
Upon exit, the cleaner left the door open for Henck the pup to wander outside into our unfenced backyard. We made a mistake upon training Henck when we scolded him when he did not obey. We hoped that by doing so he would learn to only obey. However, it accomplished the opposite. This glitch in training actually makes it impossible for us to capture him when he knows he has done something wrong.
He knows he did something wrong when he went outside without his leash.
As i followed him outside, the trail of his destruction was laid out in front of me. Pieces of tree bark flew into the air as he happily galloped among the freshly sprouted blades of grass that three days of rain brought to this desert of a country. The pathway in front of me was decorated with a headless pigeon he found in the brush. In order to prevent further chew toy action, i gently picked up the carcass by the wing and tossed it over the fence. Bleh.
An hour later, I still did not manage to get Henck in the house. I resorted to carrying Ziggy outside with me and just watching Henck, completely whipped by the situation. It was the only way my conscious would settle, I had to ensure a car did not slam into him. I knew my post-partum hormones could not handle any dog drama this week.
I tried pieces of salami, i would sit there pathetically, holding my baby in my numbing arm, tossing him bite size pieces with hope that I could earn his trust.
Henck the pup trusts no one.
I went up and down the stairs a handful of times, using different tones of voice in a lame attempt to coax him into the apartment. Ziggy started acting up and as I bounced him on my knee. I could not help but realize that I am losing a battle of wits to a dog. Which made me wonder… who is more domesticated?
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