Give a Little Whistle = Shut Up!

     Having three dogs,  I have had to suffer through numerous barking sessions.  I constantly scream myself hoarse telling them to shut the hell up.  I mean really, just because some sorry sap jogs by, is there really any reason for all the excitement??  Every time a mouse farts or a ghost passes outside…the dogs go ape $hit.  Most of the time I can’t even tell why they are barking.  They just bark and bark and bark as I pray for patience.  I love my dogs, but after a while, the constant barking for no reason drives me batty.


        Fortunately for me, we don’t have many visitors.  For this reason,  I think the dogs have to make up for lost time whenever someone dares to arrive on the scene.  The other day a lady came to the door, and as usual, I had to corral the dogs in the garage so I could hear myself think and determine exactly why she had darkened my doorstep in the first place.  Thinking my miniature pinscher Tia wouldn’t cause any harm,  I left her in the house as I answered the door.


  
    Her reaction was predictable. She barked and barked.  Even long after the lady had left she continued to bark.  I had enough.  I made a beeline for the nearest Petco in search of a dog whistle.  I had heard of the magical dog whistles but had never put their magic powers to the test.  I have had enough  barking to last me a lifetime.  Desperate times call for desperate measures!  The sales associate at Petco was very helpful and once I tore my kids away from the cages holding all the precious kitties they had available for adoption we made a beeline for the aisle holding the training whistles.  For the bargain price of $7.00 I snatched up my very own dog whistle and rushed home to try it out.

         To my disgust the stupid dogs who are usually so quick to bark didn’t utter a sound when we got home.  My daughter and I decided to conduct a little experiment. She ran out the back door, came around to the front and  started banging on the front door.  Immediately Jolly, Pupster, and Tia predictably fell all over each other trying to get into the front window to see who was at the door barking like lunatics in their wake.  Amid all the commotion, I whipped out my handy dandy dog whistle and gave it a toot.  All three dogs whipped around and stared at me in stupefied silence.  Their ears perked up.  Jolly, my Boston terrier looked as if his balls had been clamped in a vice.  Even though his balls were removed years ago, he still had the pained expression like they could still have been there.  Tia cowered, and Pupster cocked his head to the side.  

          With that precious whistle, I have gained power and the glory of silence forever.  I am loving it! I am queen of my castle, lady of the manor, head lady in charge of the abode!!  For anyone whose last nerve is frayed almost in two from the crazy barking, get yourself a handy dandy dog whistle and enjoy the power of silence!! Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.