Another visit from Bark Busters. This time I didn’t growl and bite Scott when he came to the door. And Arrow didn’t run out the door. He stood up on the back of the couch to get a better view. But he stayed in the house.
It's whips and chains for us now. My owner mom has new instruments of torture. Mine is a harness that pulls from the front. Not too stylish. And for Arrow a little blue collar that’s part chain.
Scott, the Bark Buster guy, showed my mom how to make us both walk a little behind her. She had to do her big dog growl (BAAAA) and snap the leash fast. Very confusing because I didn’t want to walk down the alley but she made me! She usually goes where I want to go!
So it was BAAA, snap, BAAA snap until we just stayed a little behind her. Then she told us how wonderful we are. I admit it. I'm a sucker for compliments. She did it again when I wanted to get a better look at the black dog across the street and growl at him.
Strange. Me, looking at the back of her jeans instead of her watching my cute little tail. Arrow was good too. I think he was scared. Especially when Scott did the stuff. Arrow thinks he's really a giant dog BAAA-ing at him. And tossing chains near his feet! Poor Arrow. When we got home, he hid on the stairs. And I hid in the cage.
Now our homework is practicing walking behind humans outside and never having any fun again in our lives. Please tell me if you know the number for BAAA Busters so I can get my life back.