All have my dogs have known, “Go right,” and “go left,” when we’re out walking.
The late, lamented Rottie mix Bitz the Wondermutt would shake hands with her left paw when I asked her, “Who loves you?” When I followed that up with, “Who do you love,” she’d lay her right paw on my leg.
Sydney the bulldog doesn’t really respond much to any command other than, “Sit,” and “Wanna cookie?” which sends her trotting to the kitchen to sit at the corner of the counter where their biscuit jar is.
Mala the Italian mastiff mix, however, is a different story. I did all her protection training commands in French, but not in their direct equivalent. As a result, apparently random French words are her triggers and out commands. It’s fun when my mother in law is down from Montreal and I’ll run Mala through her paces. Lady looks at me like I’m nuts.
I think one of my favorites, and I swear Mala did this, not me, and it just stuck. I’ll cock my finger at her and say, “Bang!” She’ll stop walking. I’ll do it again, she’ll sit. The third time, she’ll drop over. My guess is she’s thinking, “It’s going to take at least three shots to put me down, fool.”
All of my dogs have also learned, “Out,” and, “Piss off,” for go away from me now.