Apparently something called "the bar" has been raised around here. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but it seems that good behaviour, for which I used to be paid excellent chicken jerky morsels, just isn't good enough anymore. So it goes when you're workin' for The Man. Or in this case, The Woman, since Daddy is still a pushover with the treats.
Among the new rules:
- Sit politely when people come into the house (and when they make off with the silverware?)
- Allow myself to be petted by friendly strangers (what can I say? I'm Garbo-esque)
- No forging ahead on leash walks (2 legs, 4 legs; <heavy sigh>)
- No pushing Izzy around (I've always thought of it as "providing much-needed direction")
And apparently just being fluffy and cute no longer counts.
-- Sadie
What about Izzy? Is he not to be heard from? How does he feel about this sudden and apparently quite arbitrarily ascertained need for mushial law?
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