July 15, 2005

DANG ME, DANG ME, THEY OUGHTA
GET A ROPE AND HANG ME

So it's clear that the Salad Dog is not fond of the leash.

How do I know?

Subtle, non-verbal communication between species.

I hooked him up to a stake in the back yard the other day. He immediately went all Steve McQueen on me by walking to the end of the leash and sitting down so that his head would apply constant pressure:

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Okay, Papillon, I get it.


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If he could have lit the house on fire, he would have.

And when I went to let him off the leash...





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...he went Cujo on me.




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Or at least as Cujo as a 11-week-old puppy can.




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In the end, we reached a very brittle detente'.

I can live with that.




Posted by Jeff at July 15, 2005 08:03 AM | TrackBack
Comments

he's adorable. Sounds like he's training you real well;)

Posted by: Laura at July 15, 2005 02:18 PM

That is one adorable puppy.

Posted by: cessna at July 16, 2005 10:19 AM
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