Shame, Shame, Shame

With so many postings and repostings of stories showing up on my Facebook feed on a daily basis, I tend to overlook most of them.

That is, unless someone has made a glowing comment about how funny the post is.

Let’s face it. No matter how our day is going, we can all use a little more laughter in it, right?

Well, if you spend any time on the Internet at all, you’ve probably heard of dog shaming. It’s when people take pictures of their naughty dogs and then explain the naughty act on a piece of paper placed near the often-shameful looking face of their pooch.

This particular post caught my eye because the one who posted it (a high school classmate of mine) was pleased his own dog hadn’t made the list.

The comments that followed made it impossible for me to ignore the story. That many LOL’s, ha-ha’s and he-he’s made me click on the link. (Yes, it was those other readers … they made me do it!)

I’m also pleased to report that my Molly did not make this year’s list of the 30 naughtiest dogs.

That’s not to say she wasn’t deserving of such an award when she was a puppy. I think anyone who has ever owned a dog during its puppy stages can relate.

Have you ever seen those orange flags utility crews put in the ground to mark underground wires?

When Molly was a puppy, I returned home from work one day (this was when I lived on a rented farm place south of town) to find several of those orange flags — tattered and torn by her puppy teeth — waiting on my door step.

Another day, I returned home to find a fluffy, floral comforter spilling out the door of her dog house.

I was a bit mystified by that one, but come to find out, Molly stole it off the neighbor’s clothesline. (Upon closer inspection, the wooden clothespins gave it away!)

That one involved an apology to the neighbors and what should have been a return of the stolen comforter, had it not been for the mud stains that I couldn’t get out in the wash.

These days, it’s hard to look at Molly and think of those naughty things she did as a puppy. But don’t parents do the same thing when they look at their children? Parents — whether of children or of pets — remember the good, and come to laugh at the naughty.

I wonder if Santa Claus does the same thing. I have yet to see some naughty little kid get a lump of coal for Christmas. On the other hand, our pooches get to make do with a new bone.

Not my Molly, though. She’s getting a new dog bed under the Christmas tree this year. A new squeaker toy is part of the deal as well, but I was too impatient to wait for Christmas … that and she broke the squeaker out of her purple duck about a month ago.

Naughty dog!