Clicker - Click - Click - Click - Click - Click
I'm going out of my tiny mind, all I can hear day and night is click, click, click!!
Please help save this puppy from going insane.
Hi everybody, Yes They took me to puppy training school, no I mean clicker school.
It was dreadful they believe in the power of the clicker, what am I going to do?
We arrived and our class was being held in a field, I thought fantastic won't be so bad after all. How wrong could I be.
My new teacher said that all puppies can be controlled and taught by using this clicker. Click and treat. Well I liked the treat part, but the thought of this noise around me all the time is terrible.
Mind you I heard one part, they said: ignore the bad, praise the good.
Works for me.
So I came home and started eating the garden bench, Crash, Bang. I jumped a mile or two, nearly high enough to jump the fence and get that cat next door. It was my family throwing an empty coke can full of pennies into the garden. Seems the way to distract me from wrong-doing is to make a sudden noise and I will stop. Give me a heart attack you mean!
I can't take this, but I've already worked out that to catch me at something they will have to watch me every minute of every day.
See how long that lasts!
Then they want to call me indoors and they use this stupid clicker, I know my name.
All evening it was Click This and Click That. I'm leaving home!
I know one thing I have been a very well behaved puppy today because they are wearing me out and I've slept a lot. Except I can hear clicks in my sleep.
Went on our puppy walk and they took the clicker, met my friends and how embarrassing they click, click me. I was only trying to play.
I'm keeping my eyes peeled for this clicker, as soon as I can find it, I'm going to bury it as deep as I can.
Think I feel like another snooze, I'll see you tomorrow...............
1 comment:
Mom tried a 'clicker' of sorts with me. She took some chicken with on our walk, and snapped her fingers to get my attention, and when I looked, she gave me some chicken. You bet I kept looking at her! But we couldn't walk very well because I was watching her so closely and not paying attention to anything else. I kept getting in front of her, and she kept laughing and tripping over me.
So now she just feeds me chicken at home.
I still kind of look at her when she snaps her fingers. Something about that guy Pavlov and his dog. Makes me all drool-y to think about him...
All and all, Buff, it doesn't sound too bad. You can just pretend your people are crickets if they click too much. Ha!
Mom tried to scare the javelina with a can of pennies once, and the lid fell off the can, and the pennies are ALL over the yard! That's funny.
I was laughing right away when Mom started reading the blogpost to me today. I KNEW you would figure out to eat or bury that clicker! Bury is a better idea. Good -click- girl. Bury the -click- clicker. hahahaha. I'm bad. So, chase me and bite my ears!
paws,-click-, your friend, -click-
Deuce
click click clickety click hehehe
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