Fighting Fire With Fire

So I hate to keep talking about those dang gloves that Sue's been wearing when I'm on the leash outside and don't want to come in, but I just don't seem to be getting the message. I thought she WANTED me to bite her and growl at her like I did my brothers back home.

So TODAY I saw Sue leafing through the SIX books she has on raising puppies. She was lying on the couch in the family room (where I"m now allowed, by the way!) and I heard her say, "That's it!! That's it!!!"

Then she ran into the kitchen and got something out of the pantry, poured it into a funny bottle and added some water. The whole time she was muttering like someone who was out of their mind.

When she put it back in the pantry I saw the word "VINEGAR" on the bottle. "Hmmm. I thought. What is "VINEGAR????"
Well, the next time she took me out on the leash I grabbed the leash in my mouth and started biting her legs again. She kept saying "NO!" like she always does, but I always thought she was yelling "GO!!" so I'd keep on doing it.

Purrrrrty soon though, when I opened my mouth to snap she squirted this "VINEGAR" stuff into my mouth. Yuuuuuuukkkkkk! I wasn't sure what it was at first so I kept snapping, but then "pffffffffft" she squirted it again. Then I stopped. She had to do it about three more times before I finally realized that I do NOT want vinegar water sprayed in my mouth!!

After that we walked peacefully into the house. Right away I saw Sue run into her office and I knew she would be writing something on her blog, but of course she knows that I will try the old biting trick a few more times before I finally give in.

Guess she's glad she has all those books. One of them is even called "Raising the Perfect Puppy." (Now THAT guy is crazy!!)

Love,
Elvis