I attended lots of training classes in lots of different places. I had heard my bipeds say that there are good, bad and indifferent dog trainers, as in any walk of life. My bipeds thought it very important to socialise me as much as possible, as I was going to be such a big dog and because Pyrenean Mountain Dogs are a naturally protective breed.
We were at the class that took place in a very small village hall near our home. I was the youngest one there, most of the other dogs were adults. Everyone was sitting in a circle and the trainer had been talking for what seemed like ages to me. Some of the other dogs had gone to sleep and it looked as though a few of the bipeds were struggling not to do the same. I had been untying my male biped’s shoelaces. He had kept moving me away from them, but it was fun teasing him. I pulled his socks down next and he moved his legs out of reach again.
The trainer was now telling all the bipeds that they must never tell us dogs “no”, as it wasn’t nice to talk to us like that. She said that they must always talk to us nicely and say positive things to us. She kept repeating this. I had an idea! I wriggled across the floor until I could reach the male biped’s ankles. He had a problem with one of them, he was waiting for an operation on his Achilles tendon. I decided my plan would be the most effective on his bad ankle.
Timing was important – I waited for the trainer to repeat how important it was to talk to us nicely and politely, to never say “no”. I then suddenly sank my needle-sharp teeth hard into his ankle. The effect was everything I could have hoped for! He immediately sat upright, saying, “Ow!” very loudly followed by, “Clowie, no!” even louder, while he pulled his leg away from me.
I sat up and looked as cute and innocent as I possibly could. The trainer gave my biped a look that could freeze hell over, while most of the other bipeds gave him a sympathetic smile. My biped said, “That was short for – please desist as it’s quite painful!” to which some of the bipeds had a sudden coughing fit!
The other dogs were all alert now, even the sleeping ones had woken up. Surely the trainer would take advantage of having dogs and bipeds awake and all paying attention again, by getting us to do something interesting! No such luck, she started talking about the importance of keeping our ears clean.
Another biped leaned across and whispered to my biped that he was supposed to be polite to me, no matter what I did, and I heard him reply, “That was the polite version, I assure you!” They shared a little chuckle and I was glad that I’d brightened up a very dull training session.
A few weeks later he had the operation on his ankle and his leg was in plaster for weeks. I had a lot of fun teasing him, but I’ll tell you about that next week.
See you next Wednesday!