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peteyfoozer
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Boone made me do penance for leaving him home alone yesterday, even though technically, it was his idea. I had him vested and collared and ready to go when he climbed in his crate and refused to come out unless I went out back.
So throughout today, he made many culinary demands and in the interest of avoiding raising a freeloader, we worked on polishing a few tasks. He took my socks off several times, and worked on removing my jacket, which is ALWAYS a problem for both myself and Randy because of our shoulder problems. He’s almost too gentle to get it done. We’re going to have to start playing tug again because he doesn’t pull hard enough.
He practiced his Fen-style-crate-guilt trip-demand and was terribly disappointed to get a milkbone when he wanted a pupsicle. So, of course, his tenacity won him 2 of them then he stupidvised while I filled a freezebone for tomorrow. We did a few scratches on the nail board for a cheeto, which was hilarious to watch him eat, as he acted like it was a pop rock or fizzy or something. Then tonight he picked up 4 out of 5 items to put in the laundry, deciding it was more fun to take my undies on a tour of the house than to hand them to me.
I spent time vacuuming him with the doggy brush/vacuum and he complained bitterly everytime I took a stroke on his back, side, neck, or anywhere but his belly. He wants “fingers, vacuums, brushes or any implements of skritchy may ONLY be used on belly” encoded into law, with severe penalties for infractions.
He is a brutal taskmaster. I almost think it would be easier trying to stuff him under a table and let him drag me all over town in pursuit of doggy friends than it is to appease him the day after.
So throughout today, he made many culinary demands and in the interest of avoiding raising a freeloader, we worked on polishing a few tasks. He took my socks off several times, and worked on removing my jacket, which is ALWAYS a problem for both myself and Randy because of our shoulder problems. He’s almost too gentle to get it done. We’re going to have to start playing tug again because he doesn’t pull hard enough.
He practiced his Fen-style-crate-guilt trip-demand and was terribly disappointed to get a milkbone when he wanted a pupsicle. So, of course, his tenacity won him 2 of them then he stupidvised while I filled a freezebone for tomorrow. We did a few scratches on the nail board for a cheeto, which was hilarious to watch him eat, as he acted like it was a pop rock or fizzy or something. Then tonight he picked up 4 out of 5 items to put in the laundry, deciding it was more fun to take my undies on a tour of the house than to hand them to me.
I spent time vacuuming him with the doggy brush/vacuum and he complained bitterly everytime I took a stroke on his back, side, neck, or anywhere but his belly. He wants “fingers, vacuums, brushes or any implements of skritchy may ONLY be used on belly” encoded into law, with severe penalties for infractions.
He is a brutal taskmaster. I almost think it would be easier trying to stuff him under a table and let him drag me all over town in pursuit of doggy friends than it is to appease him the day after.
