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A dog by any other name

I am helping out a friend by letting her 6-month-old lab pup, Jack, out in the midafternoons to do his various functions so he doesn't have to be locked up in his crate so long while his person is at work.

I recently found out a rather amusing, and perhaps unfortunate, fact associated with Jack and the training he's undergoing to be a good dog. You know, the commands one gives to make him do his bag o' tricks and get biscuits galore.

Picture it. I'm in the backyard, tossing his ball, telling him to FETCH. He brings it back. I say GIVE (ok, so he doesn't get this one at all...give basically means "hold that sucker in your mouth with all your might while I yank and pull and tug.") Then I tell him, Jack, SIT. He sits. I tell him, Jack, DOWN. He lies down. Then he pops up and heaves all 50 or 60 lumbering pounds of himself right onto my chest with his tree-trunk sized slightly muddy paws. I give the command. Again and again.

I get no response from him. The neighbors' ears, however, may be perking up. It goes something like this:

OFF
JACK
OFF
JACK...OFF
JACK, OFF
JACK, OFF!!!!!!

Comments

Brianne said…
hahahahahahahahahahaha :) tha's funny

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