Saturdays are the best! Last Saturday I got to jump into the San Francisco Bay and this Saturday (was that only this morning?), I took Mom back to obedience class. I am hoping to finish her at some point. She brought my favorite treats, too, but she didn't keep them coming fast enough to suit me, so I did my leap-silent bark routine until she settled down. Goood Mom. She confused me a bit, too, which is always good for extra treats. She says teaching me is the easy part, teaching her is a bit more problematic. I agree.
Getting her up this morning, though, wasn't easy. I'm not supposed to jump on her or even boop her with my nose until she opens her eyes no matter how awake she smells. I have discovered a surefire way, though, to get her to open her eyes. I knock the black dumbbell off the holder and when the computer noise stops and the funny lady says, "If you would like to make a call.....," then Mom opens her eyes and puts the dumbbell back! Cool, huh? And I don't even get in trouble. And she gets up.
We had a little trouble with the garbage men last week. Mom and I had just finished our morning walk/jog/poop when they arrived and even though they were stealing our stuff, I wasn't allowed to bark much. Hmmmmph. It's my JOB to tell her that they are stealing our stuff and let them know I am wise to their larceny. Mom says they can have the garbage because it's, well, it's garbage. But it doesn't smell like garbage to me! I mean, there's good stuff in there! Like bags of my poop, chicken bones, old cat food, and really really good stuff! And she gives it away to these guys who move fast and ride in a smelly truck. Imagine? Anyone else have this problem with their Moms? I will try to dissuade them again next week. Maybe they need to go to obedience school with me and Mom and learn to be obedient, too.
Sailor the watch dog. Or is that Scotch dog?
