Hi y’all! Dixie here! So, I’ve still be working my way through this training gig. Truly, I just wish the inmate trainer man would give me treats because I’m cute and not because he’s trying to learn new words like, sit, here, and down… but I’ll entertain his request as I see fit.
So, we’ve been working on what he calls “leash walking”. I call it walking with him following and holding on… he’s kinda nosey going everywhere I go, but I don’t really mind. So there’s this system in place where my inmate trainer uses the words he’s learning (see above) and I get yummy treats. To say that I’m going to exploit this when I get him figured out is an understatement. Y’all just sit back and watch.
So… this week I was introduced to stairs… say what?! Yep, steps… like they want me to go up and down them. WHY may I ask? (and I did ask but received no reasonable answer) We’re gonna have to do a bit more talking about this one. Someone bring me a steak and I’ll think about it.
I love all things new. I must smell them and see them. At times my nose must touch them. I’m sure you understand… if not I encourage you to experience it for yourselves… or maybe hold onto that leash thing and I’ll show you.
While working with my inmate trainer I’ve realized he gets the wrong impression from time to time. Example: he brings me food that is below par and expects me to eat it. I politely tell him no, but he keeps asking me if I’m sick… uh, no I need quality meals in crystal dishes… how does he not know that? So anyway, he brings me yummy treats that are acceptable I eat those. Now he’s calling me a bit of a diva. I know, I know, I plan to work on him. Give him time he’ll adjust.
I’ll see y’all later!