Then there is Wrigley, our pug. Wrigley is a rescue dog. She spent her whole life in a cage for puppy mill purposes. It took her forever just to figure out what a dog treat was, and trying to teach her play has become useless. After 3 years of trying to get her to play with toys we've given up. This, however, does not stop her from stealing the toys from the other 2. She doesn't know what a toy is, but by golly if she sees Rocky and Adrian with one you can bet she is going to find a way to take it from them. Of course she doesn't know what to do with it once she gets it, but it obviously must do something great if the other two want it so bad.
So now I am thinking it's time to start looking into dog obedience training. If anyone has some good sites to recommend, I'm all ears. I'm hoping we can get a little harmony amongst the dogs before the new year sets in. Wishful thinking? These dogs are destroying all of my parenting credibility! On a brighter note, Allison did just get an award at school for citizenship, so if all else fails, I will revert back to this photo and remember the days when I did do something right.