Tonight, the first time ever, I finally understood what the old woman wanted me to do when she said, “Come on! Come on!” in that high voice she uses to encourage me to do something good.
Just recently she started watching Jackson Jupiter, or some such name, to get a few clues about what we were trying to do.
Training she calls it. I don’t see the use yet. But as I said today I played along. I came. I walked beside her and every four or five human paces she gave me a kibble and patted and stroked my back and said, “Good girl! Good girl!”
Whatever, you know? Just keep the kibbles coming. We went twice up and down the house and then I swung into the den, stood waiting for my supper. The other half of the kibbles that means.
How many days has it been that she gave me a kibble just for looking at her? About a month worth of days.
Anyway, the training is worth it from my end. I just picked up 24 more kibbles than if I’d been stubborn and ignored her entreaties.
This is me on a day when it is sweltering outside and we have the aircon going inside.
Rita de Heer 