I thought you might like an advanced look at my next AOL piece.
Career Lessons I Learned from Einstein (my dog)
After rejecting a pound-full of scary and/or ugly curs, I
came upon an white bundle of cuteness and sweetness. He kept pawing on the
cage, "Take me! Take me out!"
Normally, I virtually deify intelligence but at that moment,
I ignored the experts' urging that, before adopting, I assess a dog's trainability.
That sweet cutie was mine. Career
lesson: Look your best and be as nice as possible. Those may matter more than
your competence, alas.
I was soon to understand why Einstein's previous owner, in the middle of the night, threw such a
cute doggie over the fence into the pound.
Experts say dogs are more secure if left in a crate when
being left alone. I didn't like the idea of caging my baby so I left Einstein
in a room with the door closed but with access to the backyard. I returned to
find him having destroyed the carpet next to the door: He had spent the hours
trying to dig his way under the door so he could escape from his
"crate." Career lesson: Take even consensus expert advice with at least one
grain of salt.
Within a week, Einstein had eaten my glasses, a bottle of my
medication (He had to get his stomach pumped), and one morning when I opened the
door to get the newspaper, he sneaked out and took off down the street. In my
tee-shirt, shorts, and slippers, I raced after him. Two blocks later, he's sauntering
up the freeway ramp with me in hot pursuit. Fortunately, traffic was stopped on
the freeway and I yelled "open the door!" because I knew Einstein (his
name is obviously false advertising) loves being in a car and perhaps he'd jump
in. Fortunately, someone did and Einstein did.
Career lesson: New employees may
need close supervision.
Two weeks after I adopted him, I had to go out of town for a
day. I figured Einstein would be more secure left at home than in a kennel, and
with the doggy door to the backyard and plenty of food and water, he'd be
okay. Wrong! When I returned, the house looked like it had suffered a 7.0
earthquake. The poor baby was terrified I wouldn't come back. Career lesson: Be gradual in giving your employees autonomy.
I read training advice from Cesar's Way to No Bad Dogs. Alas, those authors hadn't met Einstein. Despite using clickers, treat-rewards, gentle tones, firm
tones, everything short of a stun gun, Einstein remained a, ahem, free spirit.
He just can't restrain himself from pulling on the leash when he sees another
dog with whom he'd like to play or a tree on which he'd like to pee. But after
a month of trying to be the Dog Whisperer, I decided that good enough is good
enough. Einstein walks reasonably well on a leash and he comes when called,
well, sometimes. Taking dog training classes and/or hiring a professional trainer
felt like more work and expense than the benefit would yield. And now, five
years later, while some might say that Einstein has trained me as much as I've
trained him, I don't regret deciding that good is good enough. Career lesson: The perfect is the enemy of
the good. There may be more important uses of your time and money.
Einstein is my receptionist. When a client arrives, he's
greeted with an enthusiasm no human receptionist could match. (Of course, I'm
not sure that most human receptionists would want to kiss everyone who walked
in the door.) Einstein often then races around my home/office, giving a whole
new meaning to the term "lap dog." One time, a rather stuffy client
was waiting in the living room as Einstein did his lap. Along the way, Einstein
pulled a piece of my underwear from the hamper and proudly showed it to the client. While I was embarrassed, I managed a joke: "Every
new client gets a free piece of my underwear." Instead of my having lost
all credibility with the client, he laughed and we got off to a good start. Career lesson: Often, the antidote to a
screw-up is humor.
