Apparently
Jan. 24th, 2006 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxthere is next to NOTHING a Dork Dog WONT do for a Scooby Snack!
She sits, she heels, she potties, she waits at the corner, she doesn't tug on the leash, she smiles, she prances, she inhales the damn thing in between gulps. Of course now that we're back home she's trying to turn herself inside out for a 'walkie-treat'. All she's getting is 'good girl' praises and pettings. She only gets snacks for behaving on her walks. She's very food motivated, which is helpful in training. Strike that. She's food OBSESSIVE. Which means using food or treats as a behavior modification tool sometimes backfires on me. The snacks are high up on top of the fridge. Even the cats aren't prone to jumping up that far. Besides they'd rather gnaw off their own leg then assist that other species.
I've had Dottie a year now. Only in the past few weeks has Frankie decided 'screw the damn dog; I'm getting on the bed with mom ANYWAY.' Last night I even saw her walk right over the top of Dottie to climb up to where I sat. She curled up at my right hip, while Sammy slept curled against my left hip and the Dork dog flopped across my ankles where my legs were outstretched. The cats are currently fluffy, furry balls of snoozing lumps (in Sammy's case a snoring lump) over to the left side of my full size bed while once again the dork dog flops un lady-like across my ankles. At least she's keeping my feet warm.
They all look so cute, so sweet, so cuddly.
Little demons!
She sits, she heels, she potties, she waits at the corner, she doesn't tug on the leash, she smiles, she prances, she inhales the damn thing in between gulps. Of course now that we're back home she's trying to turn herself inside out for a 'walkie-treat'. All she's getting is 'good girl' praises and pettings. She only gets snacks for behaving on her walks. She's very food motivated, which is helpful in training. Strike that. She's food OBSESSIVE. Which means using food or treats as a behavior modification tool sometimes backfires on me. The snacks are high up on top of the fridge. Even the cats aren't prone to jumping up that far. Besides they'd rather gnaw off their own leg then assist that other species.
I've had Dottie a year now. Only in the past few weeks has Frankie decided 'screw the damn dog; I'm getting on the bed with mom ANYWAY.' Last night I even saw her walk right over the top of Dottie to climb up to where I sat. She curled up at my right hip, while Sammy slept curled against my left hip and the Dork dog flopped across my ankles where my legs were outstretched. The cats are currently fluffy, furry balls of snoozing lumps (in Sammy's case a snoring lump) over to the left side of my full size bed while once again the dork dog flops un lady-like across my ankles. At least she's keeping my feet warm.
They all look so cute, so sweet, so cuddly.
Little demons!
