Let’s just say it was a fairly long time before he taught me to swap treats for hedgehogs, and a little while longer before I learnt I didn’t even need to have a treat, if I made an associative noise! 
Ha! Who was training who? 
He was a crafty old mutt. At my mums he taught everyone to swap him treats for random objects, and if you wouldn’t play the game, he had a proper good bark until you relented. He used to know when my mam had been shopping and had bought him rawhide strips and would bully everyone until he’d had about 10, then would get fed up with them and go and steal spuds out of the kitchen to try and swap for something else.
Sounds like he would have made an excellent capitalist!
I wonder if he’s cottoned on to Jesus’s trick with the fish and bread up there in Heaven…:eek: Bet ya it’s getting smelly up there.