Monday, April 21, 2008
I am a strict dog mother. Oh, yes I am----Oh, yes I am. Really.
Cocker spaniels are well aware of their cuteness. The genetically modified generations of long floppy ears and big sad puppy eyes that last way beyond puppyhood. Like spoiled beauty queens, they manipulate us, using their assets to get what they want.
They are masters at this.
Early on I started the “nothing for free” program. You want a cookie? Okay, do something. Sit. At the very least you could freaking sit.
I’m not sure when or at what point Max turned this around on me. But he has indeed done exactly that.
Now, Max demands a cookie for the simplest of actions. At bedtime, he needs bribing to go to bed. In the morning, he needs another bribe to leave his crate and another to walk outside. To come inside, even when he had scratched on the door to come in, he waits for a cookie before coming in the house. He even requires a cookie for that most desired of treats, a ride in the car to the mailbox.
How did this happen?
I’m not living with a cocker spaniel. I’m living with a corrupt South American bureaucrat.
Hope you're feeling lots better.
Take care and enjoy the spring flowers.
Hugs
Leeuna
Have a great day Rosie.