So today was a little bit of a wild Wild West scene at home.
Picture this....the pup and I are facing off in the kitchen. His teeth clamp down on my Ugg boot while his eyes watch me and his body is tensed up to make a dash for it. Across the room, I glare at him while I debate whether to grab the spatula and run after him or try a more gentle tactic? There's no way my almost-40 year old body can catch that 4 month old bundle of energy. I've tried and suffered for it while the pup still ran circles around me.
So I sit down and call him in my sweetest voice while trying to get the murderous glint out of my eyes. "Here puppy....good puppy...come to mommy! Mommy loves you....yes she does!"
The pup cocks his head and looks at me as if he'd like to see how far this act will go.
I try again...."heerrre puppyyyy...you put one hole in that boot and I swear you'll have an imprint of it on your behind....come here baby....mommy loves you...."
Not working.
Alright...he's playing hardball....I've got to give him an incentive.
Out come the puppy treats....and before I turn around, the boot is abandoned and I have puppy happiness at my feet.
Now....if only this worked with my 12 year old kid.
