I have to tell lyou an amusing story from my dog training class that I took with my last dog. It doesn’t pertain to anything, except compromise. We had a smooth coated Saint Bernard in our class being rained alternately by a 9 year old boy and his mother. The way the class worked is that you could elect to “test out” with your dog on any given day — your choice.
The Saint’s mom decided that tonight was the night for the dog to graduate, and she was going to take him through his paces while the 9 year old sat in a chair and watched. She was having trouble with this huge beast on the concept of “finish”. That is where, at the end of a walk, the handler turns around and stops and the dog circles the handler’s feet and sits right next to her facing the same way. The clumsy Saint couldn’t quite get it.
As they came around again to where the 9 year old boy sat, he said in a loud whisper, “Mom, just spit into your hand and he’ll follow you wherever you want!”
She did, and the Saint followed her, and they graduated. I just laughed and laughed. It works. I doubt that the mother would have ever come up with that trick herself. but a boy and his dog...
That is a very nice story, thank you for sharing it.
Well, my coffee table is not scratch resistent, but it is an old hand-me-down so it isn’t too much of a worry. Luckily for Buford, I am just a single guy that doesn’t care much about interior decorating!
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