I'm so ashamed.
While up in Michigan this past week-end, I got to meet Jett, the new dog at The Shekel residence. Now this little Airedoodle pup is cuter than all get-out. But alas, I forgot that he is just a pup and not a full-grown mental case like Murphy. When little Jett walked up to me the other night, I gave him a stare and growled at him, trying to bait him into playing.
With Murphy, and the other Shepherds that came before him), a stare and a growl is the equivalent of shouting "Let's get ready to rummbbllee!" Muprhy'll drop into a play crouch, return the growl with his tail wagging, then pounce on you the moment you give him an opening and run off through the house waiting to be chased. It's great fun and frankly, it's how I've become used to playing with dogs.
Poor Jett, on the other hand, had apparently not read the script. When I growled at him, he did not crouch or growl back and his tail did not wag. No, he just peed on the kitchen floor.
So to Jett, and to Jett's Mama, the ever-suffering Mrs. Shekel who had to clean up the mess, I wish to apologize.
And to Aaron...when he gets a bit older, you might want to look into this to butch him up a bit. Just a thought.