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I didn't ask for his help, he just showed up.
Not only did he just show up but he brought with him:
Tools for the fence and roof.
A copy of my favorite magazine Mother Earth Magazine
Starbucks ground beans for a french press he gifted me.
Half and Half
Whipped Cream
and most importantly
his time.
While we were working on the coop he received a phone call from his neighbor saying that Roxy (his dog) had escaped and was running around unsupervised.
He called his teenage daughters who were home on spring break.
He asked nicely for one of them to go and get the dog. She hung up on him.
He tried to call the other daughter but she was asleep... at 2pm. Typical teenager. Finally she wakes up and answers the phone. She got the dog in, but only after complaining about how terrible Roxy was, and how she doesn't come when called.
I would like to point out that Roxy is a handful, but with a little respect she will come when called, and sits, lays down, and even heals.
I did not yell once at this dog. I would say cool and calmly. "Roxy come"- she would glide over to me, I would point my finger at my heel and tell her to "Sit" She would do it, look up at me, and I would softly rub her face and tell her that she was a "good dog"
What all of this boils down to is respect.
I respect my father, and I would never talk down to him, hang up on him, or call him any other name but "dad".
I respect Roxy, I would never scream at her, or call her names. I am firm with her and do not treat her like a show animal. I treat her as an equal.
It bothers me that my teenage sisters do not respect my dad or their family dog.
Both have great potential and will give back twice what you have given them.
I hope they read this, and do something nice for my dad. He deserves it.
He is a good dad, especially to them. They are lucky to have him full time.
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