Jib here.
Mom and I played in obedience, Again. Mom had liverwurst and steak!
I was happy, I was great. I remembered to hold my dumbbell and drop when Mom said, "Drop!" I remembered to jump long and heel, heel, heel.
Mom was proud. Again.
Until the Long, Long Sit. She left me. Again.
All alone. Again.
I sat. And sat. And stood up. And said, "Oh-oh," and sat again. Mom says that was a Not Quite. Again.
Mom says we have to go back to square one. Because of the Sit. We have to learn to do it right all over again. Especially me.
And Mom says she needs to find a jar of Tacky Butt.
Extra Strength.
3 comments:
Those sits and stays are the worst! I wish they would do away with them, or change them somehow! Ugh!
All your posts are so right-on; I can identify with all of them, esp. those wicked Open Stays. Utility was so much easier and FUN - all the jumping and fetching and sniffing, and no stays!
Rhonda & the wired-for-fun doxies
All your posts are so right-on; I can identify with all of them, esp. those wicked Open Stays. Utility was so much easier and FUN - all the jumping and fetching and sniffing, and no stays!
Rhonda & the wired-for-fun doxies
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