I’m house sitting Hercules, the big baby. I trained that dog early in his days for a couple of things. I don’t like to train a dog for amusement. Maybe is just me, but I think it belittles the dog. Yeah, it’s just me. So, I taught him the simple things, sit and stay when you want to. A bell hangs on the door so that he can ring it when he wants to do his bizz. Only, he rings it when he’s hungry, when he’s thirsty, and when and if he might want to go out and do his bizz, but you never know which one and he keeps you guessing.
The training on the bell was strictly for him to alert the human when he has to do his bizz. Now, sometimes, he rings that bell and runs for a toy because he wants to play and the human has been too busy at the computer, Bastard!
I was about to throw the bell in the trash last night when I noticed that he only uses the bell at night when he has to do his bizz and he never bluffs about that.
So, a compromise is reached. In the day, I would have to guess whatever the hell he wants when he rings the bell, and at night, I have the comfort of knowing that I would not wake up to stinky surprises. Democracy, or whatever, I love it!!!!
Salsa Pig by Mambo Chismoso