We were sitting in the living room last night, Sassy half laying on Homers lap. Him : You know she goes crazy when you say No, right? Me : No she doesnt. I tell her No all the time. Him : Ever do it up close and personal? Me : *shrug* Ive never had to. When shes on my lap, shes not doing anything to merit a No. Him : *sly grin* Watch this... He looks down at her and she looks up at him, cocking her head. He takes on his stern Dad voice and says, Sassy, NO, lowering voice to the I mean business range. Then I saw something happen that shocked me. She got a look on her face that rivaled Paris Hilton being escorted unceremoniously out of a Chanel store after her credit card had been denied. Righteous indignation was all over that dogs face. She lunged at his face. Were her teeth bared? Oh heck no. Shed never bite anyone, its not in her nature. She bopped him repeatedly in the face with her nose. Thats right. Bop, bop, bop, until he pushed her away, laughing. Him : See? She hates that word. Me : Well isnt THAT just special. What word do you recommend we use to discipline her? Him : *shrugs* I dunno. Maybe we should try, Please. *face palm* A twenty pound dog has us resorting to the word Please to get her to obey. Something about this is absolutely twisted.
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 16:23:40 +0000
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