Well, how does one resist; she fit in the palm of my hand and had the cutest squishiest little face that I'd ever seen. Yes, both my husband and I were working, with four children, with many other extracurricular activities and not a whole lot of spare time, but a dog is an addition to any family! SO the adventure began. We got Paisley the Puggle and fell in love with the little bundle of fur immediately. The first several months were an absolute adventure every time that we'd take her out. Swarms of people would come over to see her and pet her. She loved to be outside playing, sniffing and well, being a dog. Over time, our lives continued to get busier with kids schedules and our own commitments. We'd 'aim' to take her for her walk and off leash run everyday but much to her chagrin it just didn't happen everyday. My husband and I would both remind each other that this is unfair and we MUST walk her tomorrow, so one of us would and then a week later we'd be back to missing some walks.
Paisley began barking excessively, jumping on the kids and not listening to commands that she used to listen to. She started to 'misbehave' and as a result I would just find her to be a nuisance some days. One day I was sitting at my computer working as she nuzzled under my feet, looking up at me with those pleading eyes. "Okay" I said as I went to the door and grabbed the leash, "lets go."
We walked a few blocks to the off leash area and I set her free. She ran, and ran and ran. Every few minutes coming back to me to make sure it was okay. As I watched her run and return to the energetic playful little dog (okay not so little, several of the kids meals ended up on the floor for her enjoyment) I was reminded of my kids, especially my 8 year old daughter. My eight year old has a boundless energy, often reserved for describing little boys. We have watched her disconnect from school this year and we have struggled with ways to keep her interested.
When I volunteer in her class, the majority of the time, I watch these eight year old kids slump their shoulders and lean on the desks that they are forced to sit in most of the day, told not get up unless given permission and not permitted to eat until designated snack time. I think of this as I watch Paisley run and be, well, be a dog. She is doing what a dog NEEDS to do to be a happy and well adjusted dog. When I take this from her what happens, well she acts out and the cycle of unhappiness and disappointment between the two of us begins.
Our 'factory farm' style classrooms do not serve the best interests of our children. Our kids are not being allowed to be kids. This breaks my heart. I hear from teachers who are coming up with some unbelievable ways to engage their students and to give them the respect that they deserve. My oldest daughter has recently moved to an arts based school and I am encouraged to see how her teacher respects these kids. If they are hungry throughout the day and want to eat a healthy snack, then they eat. There is music in the classroom as they work on a science project and they are not forced to be in a desk all day.
The ancient Prussian model of our factory farm schools is not what our children, or teachers, need. Let them be kids.
As I write this the kids and my husband are out the door with Paisley going on an adventure run in the snow. The kids being kids and the dog being a dog!
Paisley began barking excessively, jumping on the kids and not listening to commands that she used to listen to. She started to 'misbehave' and as a result I would just find her to be a nuisance some days. One day I was sitting at my computer working as she nuzzled under my feet, looking up at me with those pleading eyes. "Okay" I said as I went to the door and grabbed the leash, "lets go."
We walked a few blocks to the off leash area and I set her free. She ran, and ran and ran. Every few minutes coming back to me to make sure it was okay. As I watched her run and return to the energetic playful little dog (okay not so little, several of the kids meals ended up on the floor for her enjoyment) I was reminded of my kids, especially my 8 year old daughter. My eight year old has a boundless energy, often reserved for describing little boys. We have watched her disconnect from school this year and we have struggled with ways to keep her interested.
When I volunteer in her class, the majority of the time, I watch these eight year old kids slump their shoulders and lean on the desks that they are forced to sit in most of the day, told not get up unless given permission and not permitted to eat until designated snack time. I think of this as I watch Paisley run and be, well, be a dog. She is doing what a dog NEEDS to do to be a happy and well adjusted dog. When I take this from her what happens, well she acts out and the cycle of unhappiness and disappointment between the two of us begins.
Our 'factory farm' style classrooms do not serve the best interests of our children. Our kids are not being allowed to be kids. This breaks my heart. I hear from teachers who are coming up with some unbelievable ways to engage their students and to give them the respect that they deserve. My oldest daughter has recently moved to an arts based school and I am encouraged to see how her teacher respects these kids. If they are hungry throughout the day and want to eat a healthy snack, then they eat. There is music in the classroom as they work on a science project and they are not forced to be in a desk all day.
The ancient Prussian model of our factory farm schools is not what our children, or teachers, need. Let them be kids.
As I write this the kids and my husband are out the door with Paisley going on an adventure run in the snow. The kids being kids and the dog being a dog!