That dang dog! By 9:00 a.m. she had dug all the water out of both water dishes. And when I left for town at 10:30 to pick up The Pony for a Father's Day cookout, there was a new item in the driveway.
A HAMMER!
It was a full-size hammer, not some dainty lady-tool. A hammer with a metal head, wooden handle, and rubber grip. Except part of the grip was chewed off. I had just climbed into T-Hoe, and was in no mood to dismount and re-enter. I left the hammer.
When we got home, it was still there. The Pony jumped out and got it. We left it on the floor of T-Hoe, and told Farmer H, fearing he would be quite displeased.
"I don't know where that hammer come from. It's not mine."
So much for that. I suppose if Pupsie was trainable, Farmer H could acquire a whole new set of tools. Farmer H is not happy with Pupsie, even though he gained a hammer.
2 comments:
Pupsie is trainable, but it would have to be a concentrated effort with all of you using the same methods over and over until she "gets it", in the meantime enjoy the freebies she brings you.
River,
It's hard to train a dog you've been trying to catch for almost a year. It's not like we can rub her nose in her "mistakes," or get within reach with a rolled-up newspaper. It would also involve lying in wait until we could catch her in the act. I consider it a success that she has stopped trying to steal the groceries while I am standing right by them.
Farmer H's patience is wearing thin. As are the seats of the Gator and lawnmower!
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