Or is it Mr. Wild Dingo loves Misery? I can't decide. You see, Juno loves to play the misery card when Mr. Wild Dingo showers her with attention. I know, I know. Dogs don't like to be held or hugged. But honestly, I could hug Juno for 10 minutes and she'd thump her tail the entire time.
When Mr. Wild Dingo approaches, all she offers him are groans, moans and huffs. It's a good thing he doesn't take it personally. Because he sure loves making her miserable!
"Oh crud. Here he goes again with the hugging thing. My jodhpurs will have to be re-floofed again!"
When Juno first came to live with us, she actually liked Mr. Wild Dingo. We don't know what happened. Maybe the day we moved furniture and it scared her so bad, she ran into a wall. We don't know. But some time a few months after she came to live with us, she decided Mr. Wild Dingo was evil. No amount of food or her favorite one-on-one trail runs could convince her otherwise. So he took her to training. That was the one thing that got them bonded closer. And it worked--mostly. She's so much happier around him and will come when she's called, she'll kiss him and wag at him. But she still enjoys playing the misery card.
"How's my pout? Do I need more sad eyes? Should I give out a groan?"
They have their own secret little game. Mr. Wild Dingo approaches Juno, she runs away to a corner, he follows her and then showers her with affection while she acts shy, snobby or disgruntled.
Wait a minute! This sounds and exactly like the recall they teach in training but in the wrong direction. The person is supposed to run away and the dog is supposed to run to the person! Not the other way around!
Sigh. It's obvious Juno paid attention in school more than Mr. Wild Dingo did. She taught Mr. Wild Dingo the recall command quite well! She has him wrapped right around her paw. All she has to do is pout.
"Pop, we're in the kitchen. This means, you must dispense of the foodables if you are to enjoy my misery."
And people say Sibes can't be trained. Ha! They can be trained alright. They can be trained to train you!
Sigh. That damn Sibe.
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