Never Been Kissed

Dog Blog Post #196: Remember how I reserved the right to change my mind about what trick we were going to be working on?

Good thing, as I gave “Kisses” a try this week.

This should be an easy trick - at least it was with Beau. I pointed to my cheek, he gave me a sniff to check out what I was pointing to, I clicked, he got a cookie….

He was sold on this trick right from the start. It was embarrassing to even it call it a trick, as it was such a natural thing for him to do, and he did it so easily.

For anyone.

At anytime.

(Have I ever mentioned that the ladies at the pet store called him a hussy? No, probably not. Moving on…)

Along comes Zachary. I figured, “Hey, let’s do an easy trick – that old ‘Kisses’ thing.” Yeah, right. Zachary not only did not care to check out my finger (nor my cheek) he actually backed up, and looked away!

Ok, so much for that one.

Time passes, and here comes Henry. Sweet little Henry. Friendly little Henry. Loves to lick my cheek and chew on my ear Henry. I figured, “Hey, let’s do an easy trick – that old ‘Kisses’ thing.” Yeah. Right. Henry not only did not care to check out my finger (nor my cheek) he actually backed up, sat down, and then decided to play sit-n-stare.

And stare.

And stare.

(Gee, what a surprise.)

So I pointed, and he sat, and I pointed, and he stared, and I dipped my finger into cream cheese to sweeten(?) the pot, and he tried to lick the spoon instead of my finger (stupid me, should have put the spoon on the table) and I gave up.

Next!