Tales from
the Backyard…I hate training dogs, but if you know my dogs, as some of you do,
they are well mannered (for the most part).
Jasper fit it that category also.
During dinner time his place was to be in the kitchen while we ate in
the dining room. He would lay on the
kitchen floor, with just the tips of his toes into the dining room, I guess so
he could feel he was not totally left out and wait for us to finish so he could
enter. We had company for dinner one
evening and as we were eating and I was expressing my thoughts during the
conversation, I noticed in the corner of my eye, Jasper trying to sneak past as
my back was turned, the excitement of the evening to great for him I
guess. Without raising my voice or
stopping to correct him, I just added “your place is in the kitchen”, to the
middle of whatever it was I was saying.
He turned and went back and lay back down in his spot. The company just shook their heads in disbelief
saying, “I can’t believe he just did that”.
They do what’s expected of them, and he was a great dog.
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