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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Advanced dad training

By Hobo Hudson

As my readers know, I have been very successful in training Dad in the proper implementation of all the basic commands such as: give me a treat, keep records of my bone market investments, do the work my farm requires, etc.

A few days ago, I had Dad outside on my sun deck throwing peanuts to my squirrel friends while I sat and watched them scamper to collect them and then run for their old oak tree. One particular squirrel, braver than the others, began edging closer and closer to Dad.  Dad’s muscles were all atremble, and I could tell that he was just itching to grab that squirrel and throw him in the stewpot. I began barking at Dad in a low, soothing voice to stay calm as the squirrel inched closer and closer while eying the peanut in Dad’s hand.

About the time the squirrel reached Dad’s foot, I heard a whistling noise coming from behind me and peeked over my shoulder. I saw a strange bird sitting on the sun deck railing and asked Dad what kind of bird it was. Dad turned his head sideways to look at the bird but must have felt a tugging on the peanut he was holding in his hand because he jerked his head back forward and looked down. I saw Dad’s eyes open widely as he realized that the squirrel had climbed his pant leg and was busily trying to get the peanut out of his hand. Caught off guard, Dad let go of the peanut, and the squirrel scampered off to his oak tree with his prize.

Dad was so enthused by what had happened that he rushed to tell Mom about it.  The only problem was that he told Mom that he had taught ME to sit and not chase the squirrels while it was actually I teaching HIM not to try to grab one for his stewpot.







1 comments:

Foley Monster and Pocket said...

I wish you Dad would learn to abide by your wise advice.

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My name is Hobo Hudson. I’ve always considered myself a terrier mix, and I’m going to leave it at that. I used to share my mom’s website writing about my life, but Mom’s stories somehow got in my way. So, I deemed it more appropriate to open my own blog, which also allows me to engage my siblings in writing posts if I’m running short on time. After all, I’m a busy dog. My mom helps me with my blog now and then, but I think it’s only to safeguard my good reputation. Her website, newsandtales.com, contains some great stories.
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