So Mommis wants to get me certified as a Service Dog. What if I don’t want to be one?
I guess I don’t get to choose. This morning we went to the Biltmore Fashion Park and Juan met us there. I should have known something was up when I saw him.
Anyway, it was a pain in the tail. “Buppy sit” again and again. Which I learned this morning is NOT the same as down. Usually when Mommis says almost anything I either come or go down depending. But this time every time she said sit and I got down we had a do-over.
Then, when I got that, we practiced stay. I did great on that until the time “stay” meant she was leaving me with Juan to go into the Apple Store.
For 3 entire minutes!!! I only made a minute and a half. Finally, to get her to stop doing this stuff I just went down and refused to do anything else.
I’m so damned tired.
Every afternoon in our house we have something called dog down time. This is when we all take naps while Mommis works. Today was an especially important dog down time because I spent that weekend having a festival with Lady Leeloo. And because I went to the salon this morning. That’s always tiring. I wonder why humans like it so much.
Anyway, I was just getting comfy on Mommis’s bed while she was writing, but then I heard a noise.
I thought it was dinner being served, but it was a false alarm.
Lady Leeloo spent the weekend with me. We slept together all over the house. I especially love it when she puts her leg over me. She has a nice wiggle in her butt now that she is more grown up.
Every morning my Mommis talks to Leeloo’s Mommis about this game they are playing. Sometimes the game makes her happy, but the last two days it made her sad because she says she’s out of balls and there was a wild Ponyta out there. I didn’t see any Ponyta, but I did see a ball in the grass this morning.
She just kicked that one away toward Sammy. I don’t get it.
She also said something about buying more balls and Leeloo’s Mommis said don’t spend money doing that. But when I got into the car I opened the place where the sunglasses live and guess what? I found Mommis some money to buy more balls.
This posture is called the “down.” I got this. But there’s another piece I don’t understand at all. It’s called the “stay.”
I always position my down between Mommis’s legs. I feel that’s the best place to be. But then when Mommis moves, shouldn’t I move with her? Isn’t that “staying”–between her legs? But no. The other boys on Team Hardaway know you’re supposed to let her just leave you. I’ll never get there. I love her too much.