This time I decided not to try and subvert their efforts to “train” me. After all, I was pretty sure I would still come out on top and having to wear the lampshade really hampered my lifestyle…so no more injuries or feigned injuries. I’d just power through whatever they tried.
Step 1: When the trainers entered our house, Sammy and I put on a great display of fierce barking and teeth showing – at each other more than the trainers – figuring they’d just turn around and leave us to our selves and the order of the pack could remain in tact: Failure…they stayed.
Step 2: Chew Sammy’s bed and blanket to show I could do whatever I liked. All o f a sudden I was totally doing something else in the living room. Not sure why chewing a blanket sounded like a good thing in the first place.
(editors note: the trainers brought out a toy called the “GameChanger”)
Step 3: Start pulling on my mothers sweatshirt sleeve. This is when I got introduced to my new worst enemy and a word I have since heard a lot and do not like one bit:
The device above squirts a stream of water at me and usually gets me in the face. VERY uncool. Even worse, my parents have since gotten two more (and amazon is shipping even more)! They have started walking around with them like concealed weapons that they try the “quick draw and shoot” method. Not real fast though since they don’t have holsters…yet…and it takes them some time to get the handle untangled from their clothing. In any case, I have had to do a lot more wet-dog-shakes the last few days due to their antics with the spray bottles.
The word they learned: BAH! Every time I think I am on to something good I get the BAH with a loud clap or foot stamp. Very annoying.
The only good thing about both of these new tactics to control me is that they are being utilized on Sammy as well…hehehe. Old dog meet new tricks!
The interesting thing is after the first two hours with them my tail went down to a relaxed position (not between my legs scared-like, but calm). I can’t remember a time when I was awake that my tail did this. The guy said it was probably the first time I didn’t feel like I had to be the leader of the pack which turns out to be a pretty good feeling. However, after they left – having established that they were leaders – I may have reverted back to some of my old ways. The interesting part is we are still practicing all the little tricks and “games” we played while they were here and I am starting to think my parents might be able to lead this pack after all – which would be a great relief since Sammy is obviously too old (deaf, blind and gimpy) to do it himself. He tells me he was able to whip Montana into shape in no time back when he was in his prime at age 8 or so.
We shall see how this whole process evolves. As I understand it, my new friends will be back in a few weeks to see how we are doing and work on some additional things to work on. As a great philosopher friend of my parents likes to say: “time will tell”.
Injury update: My wound is healing pretty well and I get to go see the vets to get my staples removed on Monday – which likely means I get to lose my “bucket”!
My staples: flash, no flash
Dad took today off to run some errands and wear us out before our trip to Michigan this weekend. Can’t say he is doing a very good job :).