Dark days are for training the family. It's all retraining really. We've been through it all before.
It's my rule that every time I'm picked up for cuddles or for checking things out I get a treat. Raisins are good, or banana. As soon as I'm put down I stick to their feet in case they forget and I need to give a nudge.
I was a bit naughty last night. My treat ball was empty and J was dozing on the sofa so I pushed it all the way across the carpet and put it at her feet. She didn't notice so in the end I had to give her a nip on the leg. That woke her up. She knows I wouldn't do it for no reason so she checked my treat ball and took it away to fill.
I'm always told to stay when she gets treats for me so I played my part and sat down to wait.
The doors in my cardboard hideaway are coming along nicely. Not too big and not too small. Just the right size to stay safe when it's poop-check time. I'm in charge.
