You know what they say about pride, and the subsequent fall. Just this week I post about how proud I am of my sons, and I even went so far as to say Alex had a "noble goal". Well, Friday Alex did a completely normal bit of bad behaviour, he decided to forge a note from me rather than get in trouble for not doing his homework. Of course he was caught. Of course he knows better. And now he is good and grounded for the week. Plus he had to write a letter of apology to the teacher and do extra chores.
We have never had to ground one of our sons like this. They've never done anything so serious. I'm learning that it is just as hard to be the grounder as it is to be the groundee. I keep feeling bad for him. There was a gloriously fresh snow fall on Saturday. Ordinarily, Alex would have spent his afternoon tobogganing, but he couldn't. I felt so sorry for him. But all, in all, he's doing his time with good grace.
On the other hand, I started a new obedience class for Dexter last week and I now have control over my dog. Dexter had a bad case of leash aggression. He was fine in the house, with the kids, at the dog park, but he'd bark and pull every time he saw another dog, person, baby buggy, squirrel, or anything at all. The instructor taught me how to correct him, once but firmly, so that he understands that his bad behaviour will not be tolerated any longer. I read Ceaser Milan's Be the Pack Leader and I now know what I was doing that contributed to his bad behaviour, so I'm changing my ways. I'm happier with Dexter and I think he's happier too. This is a big milestone for us.
One of the things I have to do differently is walk him hard, every day, no matter what. Our weather lately has been very cold, with lots of snow making it difficult to be motivated to walk. But I have and the result is that Dexter is tired out, but so am I. And my knitting has suffered. I just want something simple and soothing to work on after all that. Like socks:
At least I'm getting good exercise. You've gotta take the good with the bad.