The capicity of the human spirit to fly at the tiniest reward is amazing. In a short period of time Booker, our 4 month old Husky puppy, managed an allergic reaction to one of his vaccinations (which entailed panic on our part, and Benadryl for him ), discovered a way to escape from his fenced area to better greet us (which agin involved panic and an afternoon re-enforcing fencing), had a bit of leakage in his excitement at seeing my adult son (which meant moping the floor with special urine snuffing enzymes), and knocked over a yet-to-be opened bottle of wine from a counter waaaaay over his head (which ensured an evening of picking up glass, mopping, vacuuming, mopping again, vacumming again, and again). Busy times, indeed.
But then, in a blaze of obedience, Booker actually responded to my command of “sit,” “staaaay,” and “shake.” His not so little paw came up and met my hand. I nearly wept. His azure blue eyes said, “What’s the big deal?” but his tail wagged in beat to my happy dance. I was so proud of him. He did what I asked him to do! My glow didn’t even wear off when he puked up a food wrapper (who knows where that came from?) a short time later. Ah well, the floor hadn’t been mopped in nearly 12 hours.