All my designer speckles have disappeared from the warmwall. Plus, after a hard day of workywalkies, getting delightfully soggy and grubby on the underside, I wasn't allowed inside floatyboatyhome until I had gone through the full ritual of 'Sit. Paw' (wipe wipe). 'Other paw' (wipe wipe). 'Stand'. (wipe wipe wipe wipe - chest & belly). 'Turn around' (wipe wipe back legs & paws). Even my doodah got wiped!
I had no sogginess left to redecorate with my big shake
The best contribution I could make to the decor was a neat little
puddle of dribble on the floor while Mum did her cheating me thing -
cutting my 'good boy treats' into little bits. I squeaked my persuasive
squeak well enough though to get one of the bigger yummy chewy dried
chicken fillets! Numnumnumnumnum!
You are very good at learning new commands. I wonder if your mum could train you to shake outside with a new command.
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