Our professional careers often span decades. During that time, we try everything under the sun to stay on top of our chosen paths, so that we might improve ourselves, provide for a more rewarding lifestyle, or simply keep our heads above water.
Throughout my career, I learned management skills by considering my experiences and those of others with whom I have worked. I read about what good managers do and I listen to how great leaders speak to everyone in their spheres of influence. Observation and mimicry have been my allies. I’ve tried to draw on everything, everywhere to become a better manager.
Recently, I came to the startling realization that a member of my own household, years younger than myself, has taught me about management for the last four years: My dog, Kyleigh.
Before you cancel your agreement with MBMI because I’ve lost it, I ask you to consider the possibility that I am not alone in my capacity to learn from a big red dog whose mother was more than a tad indiscriminate about the heritage of her gentleman callers.
I have come to admire the ways in which my dog interacts with the family. Like a middle manager, she both manages and requires management. That is why I now present “The Management Lessons I Have Learned from My Dog:”