Training

I'm frustrated. I'm trying to get my month-end report ready for the Falloonian Elders. Big Dope is trying to train their rescue dog to behave.

"Sit!"

"Sit!"

"No!"

"Sit!"

"No!"

"Now you behave!"

"Cut that out."

"No!"

Of course I could shape up, then go in and talk to the dog for him. I tried that once though, and it didn't turn out too well. I even sat down and talked to the mutt. I explained to her that if she would quit chewing the furniture, wait until she was outdoors to "excuse herself" and not jump on everyone she met, things might go smoother.

She just barked and sniffed my backside. "Wooof," she said.

"No, really," I said. "The just want some peace and quiet. How do you think this bad behavior makes them feel?"

"Rough," She said, then laughed.

"Now cut that out," I said. "And where are all your toys?"

"Roof." she said, pointing a paw upwards.

I gave up and started walking away.

"Well really," she said, "do you want to take away the only pleasure I gain from being stuck in this veritable prison?"