“I won’t let my mom get any work done.” Mia doesn’t seem to realize that if she let me finish my work, instead of inserting hundreds of ///////////////////s into my emails with her chin, we could go for a walk.
Posts Categorized: Who’s Training Whom
My name is Koda
I pretend Im going to throw up because I know I will get to go outside. When I get outside I don’t need to throw up. I just want a treat when I come back inside.
Catniss Everdawg REALLY hates bath time, so she pretends that she is dead. She will lie there until I pick her up and carry her to the bath.
We rescued a wee kitten 3 days ago, Zoe is 10 weeks old and full of energy, our 7 year old Border Collie, Murphy is terrified of her.
Miss Maddie Mae, our miniature pig, thinks she is very clever… she knows that when she goes potty outside, she gets a treat. She has lately been pretending to need to use the potty simply so she can get her treat. She heads outside, squats, looks directly into our eyes, waits about ten seconds, and comes to collect her treat. She has no shame.
Sign reads, ” I love being squirted by the hose, buy when momma won’t play with me willingly, I trick her into it by rolling in smelly things. -Pickles”
I got on top of the kitchen table, chewed the childproofed cap off of a bottle of ibuprofen and ate 13 pills. I had to stay overnight at an emergency clinic, hooked up to an IV. It cost my mom $500…
” I rang the bell just like mom taught me, but no one came… I had to leave a puddle by the door, and mom still wasn’t happy”
My Goldendoodle is Kai is the sweetest, smartest, calmest 6 month old puppy. He learned the bells within days and rings them to go out. But when I fell asleep on the couch after a long day and didn’t hear him – he had to throw all that training away. Bad mommy!
Aspen is a 3 year old German Shorthair with an intense tennis ball obsession. She always has one in her mouth and they can be found anywhere in the house. She has a habit of putting them places she cannot reach on purpose, and then waiting until you figure out she put them there and throw them for her.
Her sign says:
My name is Aspen and I have a tennis ball obsession. I constantly leave them in places where I cannot get them (dishwasher, freezer, waste basket, behind a gate or under furniture) and then I silently stare or quietly whimper until my humans get and throw them. I have them well trained. I am not ashamed.
Lupine jumps on the counter in the fly shop whenever she feels like it. Sometimes she knocks merchandise off the counter as she slides on the formica. She is never sorry.