My Dog Trained Me
My dog, Muggle, will no longer respond to simple requests like “come”, “here”, or “let’s go inside”. Every morning, she gets half a slice of American cheese wrapped around a pain pill, followed by a CBD tablet for her anxiety. This is followed by a bacon-adjacent chew strip that bounces off her forehead, without fail,…
My dog, Muggle, will no longer respond to simple requests like “come”, “here”, or “let’s go inside”.
Every morning, she gets half a slice of American cheese wrapped around a pain pill, followed by a CBD tablet for her anxiety. This is followed by a bacon-adjacent chew strip that bounces off her forehead, without fail, because she refuses to try and catch it.
She’s learned this routine down to the second. She sits in the exact same spot, stumpy tail wagging, while I gather everything up. She only stands when I approach with “Here’s your cheese!”. She adores this routine and I imagine it’s comforting to her rescue dog nervous system.
So, if you hear me shouting “Cheeeeeeese” out my door at various times of the day, mind your business.