Weegie's List
Poor Weegie. So many lessons, so many words. I try to keep it positive, but the fact is, most of Weegie's new words are synonyms for "no."
There's "no," "ah-ah" and "stop it." Craig makes a noise like the buzzer that goes off when you're wrong on a quiz-show: aaannngh! Leave it, drop it, give and quit --- what's a poor puppy to do?
Here is the problem. Weegie comes from a big wire crate where she lived with five little brothers and sisters. There she ate and drank and relieved herself whenever she was ready. She chewed anything she wanted. Oh, she might get in trouble biting another puppy too hard, but inanimate objects in reach were all okay.
Now she lives alone in an ex-pen in the middle of a house in which her new best friends move freely. Our longed-for mutual goal is for her to move freely in the house with us. This means she needs to learn that she can't go to the bathroom whenever she feels like it or chew whatever she finds. It all adds up to a lot of "no."
She greets the world with open jaws. On guided tours she thinks, how about this nice thick fringe? Of a Persian carpet: No! The carved walnut leg of an antique French armchair? I don't think so! The light cord then? Ah-ah! While she thinks this over, Weegie drops into a quick squat to pee. Aaannngh!
It's terribly tiring, trying so hard to learn all these words and be good.