Early this morning, I was summoned to the front porch by my curiosity as to the yelling in the street.
And what to my wonderment should appear? Two neighbors, both with runaway dogs, each attempting to retrieve their canine. The dogs were checking each other out, as dogs will do.
At one end of the street stood the neighbor lady yelling; nay, screaming at her dog. On the opposite end of the street was the other neighbor, calmly trying to coax his pooch home with soothing tones and "good-doggy" words.
Once the obligatory doggy salutation/sniff was complete, both dogs dutifully trotted up to the neighbor who was cooing encouragement from his porch.
This brings to mind one of my fundamental rules for a happy and content marriage:
"If you want your dog to come home, don't yell at him and punish him when he gets there."
Why the hell would he want to come home to that?
Dogs and men both respond much better to a bowl of food and a good petting...