My mother-in-law’s dog, Misha, is staying with us for the week. He came with a set of instructions like She’s not really on a schedule and She is totally crate-trained.
We were given further instruction by unnamed sources on things like the MIL/Misha version of crate-training involves building a sound-proof bunker. And living in it. Unless you find EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM soothing.
Oh and Misha doesn’t respond to the command COME. Or COME HERE. Or GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW. Or IF YOU WAKE UP THE CHILDREN, I WILL MURDER YOU. She does, however, respond to being chases up and down the stairs repeatedly until you need to lay down. Then she’ll lay down next to you in the hopes of being pet.
So I don’t know why I was shocked when my MIL’s response after I emailed her pictures of Misha playing with the children was three lines long. So 1/3 was taken up by: Any accidents?
I had been warned.
At least my daughter has learned some key developmental phrases such as STOP IT and NO MISHA
These are followed by hysterical tears because when you’re not even three feet tall, you only see:
And my daughter’s tears are understood by the dog as KEEP JUMPING UP ON ME UNTIL A LARGER PERSON PUSHES YOU AWAY. THEN JUMP ON THEM UNTIL THEY FORCE YOU TO LAY DOWN. THEN ROLLOVER FOR TUMMY RUBS.
And I know that Misha doesn’t MEAN to scare N. He just wants to kiss her! And play with her!
And while we haven’t stepped in poop yet, we are training her to follow the scent of my neighborhood dogs and whine at our poop-leaving neighbors all night long.
If this works, MISHA FOR LIFE!
Title disclaimer: I actually have a nice very relationship with my MIL. The title refers to OTHER mother-in-laws. Probably yours.