This is Shodan’s grand dog. He doesn’t know it, but he wandered off and left his account logged in, and he doesn’t know I figured out how to type from watching him. Please excuse any typos, I am using my big adorable paws to type this.
So far, things have been going relatively well. I have Shodan almost completely trained - all I have to do is look adorable in return for three square meals a day and many treats, and some good solid playtime. He does the cutest trick - I hand him a baseball, and he tries to throw it away like he doesn’t want to play. I know he does, so I bring it back to him. Then he tries to throw it away again, so I have to be kind but persistent and bring it back to him so he doesn’t lose it. He can keep this up for half an hour sometimes.
And all I have to do is put my cold, wet nose on his leg, and no matter the time of the morning, he will get up and let me out in the backyard, and then make my breakfast. Saturdays, holidays - doesn’t matter, he is very good about feeding me. Sometimes I have to crouch on top of him and stare at him for a while and poke him with my paw, but eventually he will get up and feed me.
He has some eccentricities - he seems obsessed with my poops. Whenever I drop a load in the backyard, he collects it and puts it in a bag. And even when we go out walking (which I have trained him to do every evening for an hour or so), and I hear the Call of Nature, he will put it in a plastic bag and carry it with us for the rest of the walk. It’s a little odd, but I humor him.
But there is a flaw in his training, and I don’t know what to do about it.
For Christmas, he bought me a present. I like presents, but not this one. I was hoping for a nice new squeaky toy to replace the two I have disemboweled, or some dog treats. But no - I got what he calls a Gentle Leader head collar, and he insists on putting it on me before our walks.
I hate the Gentle Leader head collar. It doesn’t let me do fun things like pull on the leash and drag Grampa along like a hooked marlin, or suddenly take off to go barking at the other dogs in the neighborhood. Whenever I try to do those fun things, my head gets pulled to the side and I can’t get going.
I’ve tried everything to break him of this bad habit - rubbing my face in the snow, racing in circles around Grampa so he is all roped up like a heifer at the rodeo, grabbing it in my teeth and playing tug-of-war - but nothing helps. I even tried hiding behind the curtains when he gets it out, but he uses treachery to foil my plans. He holds a dog treat in the loop, so that when I go to get the nice treat my muzzle is inside the loop and I find myself in the same predicament as always. He snaps the Gentle Leader behind my head, and I have to Heel consistently instead of wandering all over creation. I mean, sure, he takes me to the nature trail where I can run around and chase mice and rabbits and squirrels and figments of my heated imagination, but still I have to Heel all the way there and all the way back.
So I appeal to the Dope - what I can do to break my Grampa of this nasty habit? Any suggestions welcome.
Oops, gotta go - I think I hear Grampa coming.
Regards,
Leet