Of course! You taught Bayliss to find Easter eggs, and that’s just what the clever boy did!
Are those chocolate eggs? Stern warning from a fellow dog: chocolate is bad, sometimes even toxic, to dogs, because it contains theobromine and caffeine, which doggies cannot metabolize well.
No the real egg. He peeled them and ate them. He can dang sure peel a boiled egg.
Chocolate doesn’t get taken out to hide, only chicken eggs or plastic eggs.
Bayliss had a real dogs day for Easter.
The eggs he ate too many of reared their smelly heads today.
I made him leave at one point.
I told him go air your tailless butt out, on the deck.
My chien (dog) is gonna learn French
I recorded “friandise”.(treat).
Positive we said it incorrectly.
To say I have a difficult time recording the buttons is funny beyond belief.
So many words and phrases I can’t get out without my stutter messing it up. I enlist one of the adult children..I’ve even grabbed one of the kids.
They all, bar none, hate it.
I understand my daughter not knowing how French words sound. That’s easily fixed by listening to it pronounced.
She just don’t wanna help me.
But I haz my ways.
I got it recorded. The modelling may be difficult. I’m practicing the word aloud.
You’re confusing the poor doggie! I’m sure there’s already a button that says “treat”. Another one for the same thing just impairs the learning experience. Instead, teach Bayliss something new!
I think he does get it. I’ve been at it 20-30 minutes.
First I push “treat” he comes for his treat. Sits down.
I push “treat” then “friandice” then give the treat.
(Little morsels of boiled chicken liver)
Rinse and repeat.
Flip it around friandise first then treat.
Now he knows a new word.
There are reasons we need this work around.
The Chihuahuas don’t speak French.
Well, Bayliss the fearless, tail-less, is now gonna be without another toe nail, so toe-nail-less. (He has 13 more, dewclaws removed before he came here.)
He’s broken another into the sheath(I guess that’s what it is called).
He was sore footed yesterday
We looked and sure enough, broken off.
He did not like us touching anywhere near it.
I put a warm poultice on it and forbade him remove it. Kinda worked.
Every time he sniffed it, I pushed “no” “toe” for a 15 minutes stretch.
After we were done he limped over and pushed “toe” “yes” and grampa’d himself into the kitchen so I’d quit fussing him.
IME dogs are much happier when they have a job to do. They do prefer one where they can do it on their own though, not just a point and do. My Great- Aunt’s dog used to let the chickens out every morning and walk them down to the field. This required getting them across the road. He never needed any help.