So a friend of mine pulled me aside on g-chat yesterday to bring some “hypocrisy” on my blog to my attention.
“jenny, you’re setting up a double standard on your site. you claim that men objectify women through comments about breast size, and in the very next post you claim that men are merely beasts that need to be trained and that women should have authority over them.”
Touché, my friend, touché. But I still hold my ground on what I’ve said in both posts: men will do almost anything for boobs and bacon.
Oh, and I forgot to address one point that’s very important in dog/man training: repetition. Both men and dogs need things explained over and over to them. Patience on part of the woman is paramount. You have to repeatedly work with them, repeat the command over and over again, and don’t give them the treat until they perform the task. But if you’re lucky, and your dog/man is bright, you’ll have a great companion by your side.
Meet Simba. He was a husky, yellow lab my dad brought home from work one day. I opposed the idea of a puppy, but within an hour of meeting Simba, my dormant maternal instincts came to full life. I immediately fell in love.
I named him Simba because he had yellow eyes and looked like a lion cub. Cheezy, I know, but it fit him so well. Simba was brillant, and I got really into training him. I bought all these books and consulted many successful dog owners. (And by successful I mean the dogs that are obedient and well trained. There’s nothing more frustrating than an out-of-control dog.)
Within a week I had Simba rolling over, among other initiatory commands. But it took me hours and hours of guiding his head over his shoulder before I let him lick the peanut butter off my finger.
Simba is on a ranch right now in Idaho (or at least that’s what they tell me). I had to give him away because my job prevented me from spending the proper time taking care of him. I still cry sometimes. He’s been the only true love I’ve ever known.
**So if you are dating Jenny, hold her tight and tell her she and Simba will—either in this life or next—be united again. She’ll then make you some bacon.











