I make them sit and allow me to walk in and out of doors before they do.
I make them sit for treats.
I only allow them to get on the sofa when I say it is OK (well, I try to do that...) and I lock them in kennels (lined up along my side of the bed, and lined with cozy, comfy fleece pads) at night.
And, not only do I make them sit and wait a moment before I place their food bowls on the floor in front of them, I make them wait until I've made my coffee before I even think about filling up their bowls!
|Maybe if I pretend to be dead she'll hurry up and feed us.|
|Well, I don't want her to die, but I wouldn't mind if she went on vacation for awhile and I had The One Who Feeds Us to myself again...|
|Maybe if I stare at the bowls that will get her started...|
|Maybe if I look pathetic that will make her fill up our bowls.|
|Does this look convey that I'm starving?|
|I'd sure like to be tasting some food with this super long tongue of mine!|
I hope PETA doesn't hear about my mistreatment of my dog-girls and sue me to protect their civil rights!