Training Mom

My dog is not a picky eater; he just has discerning taste.

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Lil’ Toot here. Uncle Oswald was an Excellent Trainer. He taught other Dogs how to dig under Fences. To let Their Owners know when It’s time to go to Bed. To urgently inform Them on when to Go Outside for Important Business. (I’m still a work in Progress here.) Living unstuck.

My Uncle also taught Me how to implicitly Let Mom know when My Kibble and Bits was not Up to Snuff. My Breakfast leftovers were not acceptable for lunchtime. I would stand there and stare at It, almost willing It to be freshly created. Then walk away dejectedly. After a day of this? Mom freaked out and recognized the Problem. Life is now immensely better! Living unstuck.

I wonder: Are You a Picky Eater? Or does Anything go? I say: Train the Cook. Hold out for the Good Stuff. Works every time if You look hopeful enough. Sometimes…Living unstuck. #unstuck-living# training-mom

PS: Here’s a shot of My Pleading Picture.
Tail wags, Lil’ Toot