Ryder won’t admit it, but she is warming up to me. She’ll play tug with me and we sometimes race around the yard, me chasing her, at top speed. I think she might even miss me if Alys and Pete returned me to my breeder’s place. There really isn’t any chance of this happening – Alys and Pete are smitten with me. Proof of this lies in the fact that there are five, count ‘em five, bags of treats on the kitchen addition counter.
They are clicker training me – I do good and I get treats. It’s as simple as that. I got sit down. I got heel down. I got Shadow, come down. I am having a hard time with stay. Alys has not yet begun to work with me on lie down, I guess she’s waiting until I learn some more basic lessons first.
Alys is really pleased that I now sometimes sit quietly with my head in her lap. She had likened me to a toddler with razor blades for teeth and a garbage pail for a stomach. Yes, my teeth are sharp. And I do delight in eating stuff that’s lying around that I ought not be eating, like hoof filings and tissues and horse poop.
Hmm, I’d say yes, I lucked out. I like living here although every so often I get left behind and I don’t like that. But they have not yet put me in a crate. I suspect someday they will. I’m not looking forward to that.
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