Sit at Six

HOW LONG IS A "GOOD SIT?"

The noise level is higher. The circling increasing. The throwing of the Kong toy fiercer.

We have to go back to basics. The sit command. The drop it. The stay. Barking, well that's a whole other matter. I think that is termed the say command. How do you unsay?

Is it this winter of more stay-ins and fewer walk-abouts? The doggie version of cabin fever which manifests with incessant treat demands and blatant nosing about our cocktail table dinners?

At six years old Liam is again learning sits. To some success. A series of sits by the kitchen

I BETTER GET A TREAT

WHY DO I HAVE TO LISTEN?

The living room. That is sort of a forward sit with intent to move.

The couch sit. Which is termed the lazy sit by some dog trainers. That would be not using his hind legs at all and his rear as the seat. And with the give of the couch cushion a pretty easy position.

EASY CREDIT FOR A SIT

Then we have the sit with food! The pork chop sit. Very hard for Liam to sit in front of a piece of meat. I am sure the brussel sprouts are not what he has fixed his glazed gaze on. Note ignored red Kong bone in the rear.

I AM IN SIT POSITION NO WAY TO GET THAT CHOP

Yay it worked. Liam stayed in his sit. No jumping for the chop.

Or it worked that night. But the latent memory was in Liam's head.  Next morning Paul was packing up the garbage; he left it gaping and untied. He turned to get his coat. Well lickety split Liam poked his snout in the hefty bag, tongued out the chop, wrapped his jaws around the bone and ran into the living room. He scooted behind the couch and pulverized the chop with his greenie strengthened teeth. He ensured that not a speck remained by licking every inch of his entrance path as he emerged from behind the couch. Better than a Swiffer.
No sit, stop, stay would have been effective. 

Liam rested in front of his fireplace (the hot air vent)  I threw my shawl over him.

DREAMING OF SQUIRRELS AND PORK CHOPS

No sense ruining a good steal of a meal. Onward to the next sit session. Sweet dreams. Better than the Kong bone.

Woof, Woof