It was a Sunday and our visitors arrived in the morning. I was eight months old and I was very proud that my bipeds now trusted me to behave nicely when they answered the door and the visitors came in. I greeted them nicely, by politely sitting and waiting for them to make a fuss of me. My bipeds gave me beaming smiles, and a treat or two, because I was being so good.
We all went into the lounge and the adults sat down while my bipeds were bringing in cups of tea and coffee and snacks. One of the visitors was a teenage girl, who didn’t sit down. She was standing, talking quite loudly and waving her arms about a lot. She seemed to be in the way. I moved closer to see what she was doing. Her father said, “Sit down” and I sat very quickly, which made him chuckle and say, “You see, Clowie knows what to do, she’s better behaved than you are.” His daughter laughed and remained standing exactly where she was.
My bipeds were dodging round her and her father again said, “I’ve asked you to sit down, please – you’re in the way!” I looked across at him and back at her – she just carried on talking. He said, “Sit!” and I could tell from his tone of voice that he was becoming exasperated and was going to have to get up to enforce the command. So, I decided to help. She was standing directly in front of the sofa. I stood up on my hind legs and put my front paws on her shoulders and pushed her gently down to sit on the sofa. She looked shocked, but her father started laughing loudly and she soon joined in. He said, “There, Clowie has taught you how to sit today!”
I sat back down on the floor near to her, in case I needed to remind her to sit again. I was feeling really pleased with myself. And then I saw the look on my bipeds’ faces – maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea after all! They were embarrassed and they were busy apologising about my behaviour. I couldn’t see what I’d done wrong. All I’d done was save a biped the trouble of getting up to enforce a command and he certainly seemed to appreciate my help. I was relieved that I wasn’t sent to the kitchen in disgrace and that makes me think that, maybe, my bipeds were secretly pleased that I’d encouraged her to sit down, out of their way.
I later discovered that teenagers are a lot like Pyrenean Mountain Dogs; they usually understand what is being asked of them, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re going to do it!
See you next Wednesday!