Sunday, September 6, 2009

Hello Dolly

Having had a pretty good week that saw Ellen do all her tricks quickly and correctly at home (in exchange for liverwurst), I was keen to get to school on Thursday to show off how far we'd come.

Of course, kids don't tend to behave so nicely when they're around their friends.

Me: Sit!
Ellen: [LEAP! LEAP! BARKBARKBARK! LEAP! Stand with lolling tongue, wagging at Weasel-face]

Me: SIT!
Ellen: [LEAP! GRAB SLEEVE! LUNGE FOR POCKET CONTAINING STEAK PIECES! Roll around with ladybits immodestly in air and whites of eyes displayed, maniacally daring me to get close to big gnashing teeth.]

Me: SIT!! (with piece of steak held aloft.)
Ellen: [Sit. Very quietly.]

That is pretty much the pattern for all tricks: "sit," "stay," "drop," "drop that other dog," "leave that duck poo."  However, last week our teacher offered me the first words of encouragement I've had. 

"Don't worry," he said, "Every lab of this age is exactly the same.  Give her 18 months and she'll be a doll."

Hmmm, I thought.  She's already a doll.  It just happens to be this one:

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  1. Just thought I'd let you know - last night I dreamed Ellen could climb trees. I think you should watch out for that. She was very good at it.

  2. Just what we need! All I would need to do to stop her though would be to say "Climb!", and she'd sit at the bottom staring at something beyond my left ear.


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