Well. It looks like Paxton MAY be out of
the running for favorite grand-dog….
Yesterday my human went to work, and we
were all behaving pretty well for her mother.
Around 4:00 my human called to say she would be home in about a half
hour. Her mother old her that Paxton had
been a BIT of a “challenge”. He stole a tissue from her pocket (that’s where I
learned the trick) and he was also kind of restless. Paxton has had some …how shall I say…stomach
issues for a day or two. He had taken
off in the woods the other day – and who KNOWS what he ate. He appears fine and has a SUPER appetite and
energy – but his poops and his….hmmmm…flatulence – well let’s just say he is
now on the rice and pumpkin diet.
Anyway, my human told her mother just to open
the door and let Paxton go out. It’s not
like he will take off. Usually. My human told her mother she would call
back in a few minutes to see if everything was OK.
Paxton was let out to do his thing – which
he did. And he came back to the door
when my human’s mother called him. BUT
he wouldn’t come back in! My human’s
mother opened the door, and bribed him with treats and basically pleaded with
him– but he would just stand 10 feet from the door and bark at her. When my human called back, her mother told her
about the dilemma. So my human – in a
moment of brilliance – which humans are not always known for – made a
suggestion. She told her mother to turn on
the speaker phone. Which her mother did.
Then my human told her mother to open the front door. Which her mother did. And then my human SHOUTED as loudly as she
could over the speaker phone: “Paxton –GET
IN THE HOUSE.” Which he promptly
did! Frodo and I watched the whole
proceeding and were amazed. We both
nodded at each other that it was a really good trick. So Paxton was back in the house. Safe and sound. And all returned to normal. Well. As normal as our house gets!
But I think Paxton totally knocked himself
out of the running for favorite grand-dog. Which is SWEET. Better for me. Now I just need to get Frodo knocked out….
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