Liz is back at dog training. Personally I don’t think she needs re training. She has just the right sort of oh-never-mind, attitude that is perfect for dog ownership.
If Liz says sit, and I drop, she chuckles and tells me I am sweet.
If I run through the door when I am not supposed to she growls, but I can tell by her smile she does not mean it.
At dog training they talk about consistency. I would say Liz’s consistency is 100%, for a marshmallow recipe.
At dog training, on the other hand, they are pedantic!
They want me to sit in the perfect position.
To go into a drop with my head still in the perfect position.
They make me sit, only to give me the stand command.
They do a check command and I roll over, but they forget to tickle my tummy.
I come home with quite a headache.
To make things worse, Liz has started practicing in between lessons. She gets the halter out and makes me stay in a drop while she is writing. It is very frightening. There is a strong possibility she could forget about me … forever. Just ask Andrew. He knows what that is like to be forgotten by a writer in a flush of creativity.
Last week I came home from dog training and there was a box sitting just where my sleeping mat usually is. I thought, here goes. I am being asked to jump through hoops again. Being an obedient hound, and not wanting to let Liz down because, quite frankly, she is a failure when it comes to dog training, I climbed into the box. It wasn’t very comfortable, but neither is the perfect position.
I am not sure why, but the family all laughed at me.
A better response would have been: Good dog Biskit