Never laugh at us...

Never laugh at us.  Seriously.  It just eggs us on….

OK, so I have now been allowed in the DFZ (“dog free zone”) – when my human is in there. Yesterday morning, she went in to get her laptop -before she was going to work.  So Frodo and I followed her through the gate and made ourselves at home.  She unplugged her laptop and said “OK boys – you need to get out of here.”  You see – being in the DFZ when she is around is one thing – being in there on our own – well – the temptation to sample pillows and hooked rugs MAY be a bit too much. 

So Frodo follows her out.  Not me.  I just stay on the hooked rug in front of the fireplace.  Like I am posing for a calendar page. And I stare.  So my human says, “Viktor – come on – let’s go.”  And I stay there and stare.  Like I am in a trance and can’t move.  Of course I CAN move – but I LIKE it here.  Now my human says louder “VIKTOR – let’s go.”  And I stay there and stare.  Now my human comes over and takes me by the collar.  And I go limp.  At which point SHE makes the supreme error.  She laughs.  “Come ON Viktor," she says – and tries to lift my body under my front legs.  And I REALLY go limp.  At which point SHE laughs more.  So now we have this laughing woman (ready for work, dressed in a black dress– which is just a TOTAL dog hair magnet) tugging at this limp 50 lb dog whose back legs will NOT support him – even as she tries to stand him up.

After several minutes of laughing and tugging – she FINALLY gets serious – as she is going to be late for work.  “OK.  Enough.” she says.  At which point I happily stand up, shake myself off – and RACE out of the DFZ.

Moral of the story:  never laugh at us.  Or you WILL suffer the consequences : )  Ah… the joys of training humans.

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