I’m acting much younger than my age. Maybe I’m only 9 months old? Really it doesn’t matter, I’m a dog. What do I care. I’m only repeating what I heard those people say. They seem to think my my chewing on everything in site is annoying. Not annoying enough to kick me to the curb, just annoying. You see, I chewed through a lamp cord. Thankfully, it wasn’t plugged in. Chewed it all the way through. They said it was a thrift
store lamp, so not to worry. The lady has great shoes that I like to try to chew on. The guy has stinky feet so I leave his stuff alone. They are watching me like a hawk, man. I have rawhides, but only use those as a last resort. Now the people have this annoying habit of giving me a raw hide when they see me chewing on something naughty. We will see how that works for them.
Its a vertical poopaplaousa for me. The guy has to really clean up the back yard. But if I can’t find poop I find other things to chew on, sticks, an old raw hide someone left in the yard. I’m not picky or proud. That is another thing the people are telling me to “leave it” Pretty soon I’m going to think my name is “Leave it”
The lady took me for a walk all by herself yesterday. Good for her to get that fat ass wadding, I tell ya! I did so darn good. She almost peed when she saw how nicely I walk on a leash. I stayed by her most of the time. Sometimes I would run on a head, but when I hit the end of that retractable leash, I came a running. She needs to walk longer, but hey after not walking for a while, we have to give her credit. I was just happy to be out and looking around.
This morning was class. The lady was getting ready to leave and thinks I shouldn’t charge the door. Spoil sport. Anyway, she had me sit, I almost have that command down, and she told me to “wait” I would wait for a second and then go see what she was doing. So finally, they tried some treats and the guy held me on a leash when she told me to wait. I seemed to get that pretty good. These people are so darn demanding. *eye roll*
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