07/29/2026
Good Dog/Stupid Dog
Note: for clarification purposes, in this column a ‘good dogs’ is one who obeys, a ‘stupid dog’ doesn’t. Because isn’t that how we feel about them sometimes? In reality no dog is stupid. Honest.
Daniel was a yellow Labrador. He was with us twelve years. He was a good dog—once he stopped being a ‘stupid dog.’ Yard boundaries were only suggestions and certainly didn’t apply if he had something else in mind. And, the COME command really only meant he should come when called if he had nothing better to do. Daniel would look directly at me when I called. I could almost see him hold up his paw and say “In a minute, Mom.”
Lucas was a yellow Labrador. He was with us fourteen years and also was a good dog—once he stopped being a stupid dog. He didn’t run away, or chase cars. He just didn’t come. He was the king of selective hearing. He looked directly at us when we whistled, then turned away. Honest, I think if he could have talked his excuse would have been, “But, Mom, I never heard you whistle.”
Jasper was a black Labrador. He had a liver issue which caused seizure and we only had him ten y ears. He was a good dog—once he stopped being a ‘stupid dog.’ Jasper actually was amazing with the come command. He could be at the bottom of the field and when one of us whistled he’d run full speed to us. Trouble is he wandered to the bottom of the field, into the woods, to the neighbors’ yards, whenever he wanted. I think he believed if he came when we called, wandering was acceptable.
Our black Labrador, Jake, another one who made it to fourteen was a good dog. But, he combined all of the previous three dogs’ bad traits into the epitome of a stupid dog. He wandered, played deaf, finished what he was doing, and pitched fights with any dogs that got in his way.
Penny was our pit bull mix. She lived to a ripe age of fourteen and a half. Most of the time she was a good dog, she knew her boundaries. But, she was a TERRIER. The instinct to hunt rodents was huge. And we have a lot of rabbits and squirrels around here that can turn a good dog into a stupid dog.
And, then there was Gracie, our Golden Retriever who lived to nine years old when cancer took her. She vacillated between being a good dog and a stupid dog. She saw life as a wonderful thing, was always happy and darling. She came when called, most of the time. She’s stand in the middle of the field looking at us and just wagging her tail when we called her. She didn’t run away, but she also came back on her terms. As soon as we started walking towards her, she’d jump into action and come lobbing to us, tail wagging. And it was hard to fuss at her when you saw the sheer joy of even disobedience in her eyes.
And now we have Cyndy, a one-and-a-half year old Black Labrador. She is—like all of her predecessors—a good dog when she is not being a stupid dog! Cyndy has no interest in running off. She likes to know where we are at all times, and checks in with us instead of running away. But Cyndy is all Labrador when it comes to eating things she shouldn’t. So, if she’s out in the middle of the field or at the edge of the woods by herself and finds an interesting aroma that leads to an item of any kind, she snags it and eats it immediately. She understands the “leave it” and “drop it” commands. But I’m quite sure in her mind if she is far enough away from us she should just go ahead and eat it. And she does not connect the resulting vomiting with what she ate. Ugh. Thus Cyndy is pretty much still on a long line when outside.
I bet many of you saw your dog somewhere in the description of mine! Stay tuned in a few days for more stories of dogs I have trained and also for help on boundaries and the come command. And, be sure to give your best friend a hug today!