Dogs That Beg… And Other Whiners

The other morning, when we were settling into our seats for breakfast at Emperador Trajano, San Geraldo whined a little bit when the empty chair was too far away for him to easily reach. He uses the extra chair to stash his hat and sunglasses. I hate whining (even when I do it). So, as I slid the chair toward him, I muttered, “Don’t whine.”

I NEVER WHINED, NOT EVEN WHEN THE DOWAGER DUCHESS GAVE ME A BALLOON
FOR BREAKFAST AND TOLD ME IT WAS AN ORANGE.

Without missing a beat, as he dropped his hat and sunglasses on the chair, San Geraldo retorted, “Well, if you’d pay attention to my needs, I wouldn’t have to.”

MY SISTER DALE DID MORE THAN WHINE, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS GIVEN REAL FOOD.

San Geraldo and his sister Linda are very obviously related. Twenty-five years ago, Linda’s dog, a Cairn Terrier (like Toto) named Ebony, was begging at my feet as we all sat at the table eating dinner. I love dogs, but I really hate begging.

MY BROTHER CHUCK WHINED NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE ABUSED TRIED TO DISTRACT HIM.

I looked down at sweet little Ebony and I said, “Ebony, don’t beg.”

Linda, who was sitting next to me, grabbed a small piece of chicken from my plate and, as she fed it to Ebony, commented, “Well, if you’d give her something, she wouldn’t have to.”

FLOWER GIRL LINDA AND RING-BEARER JERRY.
LINDA WHINED. THEN SHE WAS PROMISED THAT DOLLAR IF SHE DID HER JOB.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

38 thoughts on “Dogs That Beg… And Other Whiners”

  1. I was a rat of a child. I'm a rat of an adult. I began whining when I first saw the delivery-room light of day and I haven't stopped whining since. I don't whine well though. No-one could be expected to whine well under these circumstances. Whining just costs so much these days than it used to, and it just takes so much energy – and even then it's not like whining used to be. Nobody whines properly these days. I don't like modern whining. The youth of today have no idea how to whine properly. Have you even tried to whine incessantly recently? You probably need a licence or something and even then no-one helps you to whine, you have to do it all yourself and will anyone thank you for it in the end? No. Never a word of thanks. No-one thanks anyone any more but do you hear me whining about it? No, because you're not listening properly. No-one listens properly any more these days.

  2. Aww! Look at how cute you are!

    I never whine. Ask anyone. 🙂

    Pearl

    p.s. Maybe my son WOULD do the rope trick! 🙂 I'll ask him!

  3. Okay, San Geraldo whines once in a while, next to that you get a lot in return without whining, and wining and dining.

    1. Peter:
      San Geraldo is worth every whiney moment (and there are very few). Besides, I may have lied a little bit. It IS possible that I might have once or perhaps twice in my life whined a little bit.

  4. I used to be a whiner…. now I'm just a winer. Do you have all your family photos stored on your computer …. or do you carry around a ton of albums? 😉 At any rate, I'm jealous. I'm gonna whine about that for a while.

    1. The Odd Essay:
      I like your solution to the whiner problem!

      We have a number of photo albums, but in preparation for our move, we scanned most of our photos (thousands — it was quite the project) and got rid of the hard copies. We also had our father's 35mm slides digitized. So we've got an amazing digital collection (and STILL about 20 photo albums in the hall)! The ones in this post are all from the digital files.

  5. Other people's whining gets on my nerves! But not my own!! Actually I don't whine that much, do I Ron?
    I am sure Mitch that you were the perfect baby and child, and am sure the Dowager Duchess would agree.
    Love the 'orange'!

    1. Jim:
      Truth be told, my own whining gets more on my nerves than anyone else's.

      I was definitely the perfect baby and child (except for the first 6 months, the Dowager Duchess would tell you). Other than that, she would lie and absolutely agree with us.

    1. Ms. Sparrow:
      Usually by the name of the person/persons. It's not ideal. Jerry has a number/named archive for our framed family photos (about 250, I think), but the random non-framed photos he scanned are not easy to locate; the ones I did are more consistently named. Jerry went through all our loose photos about 5 years ago (boxes and boxes). We tossed what we didn't want and then he created photo albums by where we lived at the time. (i.e., Washington, D.C. 1983-86). At least some of it is now very easy to find. Also, you can do a simple "search" of digital images if you name them well. In any case, it's better than boxes of loose photos!

  6. To paraphrase my father: Stop whining or I'll give you something to whine about.

    Many years later I learned how to whine for real. I just removed the "h."

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