On Friday morning right after Schmackos we had a visitor. His name was Mr Paul. We had never met him before but he came right into our house and sat down at the kitchen table.
Mum and Dad sat down too and they had a big talk with Mr Paul.
Heidi hid....of course...so it was up to me to find out what was going on. I went over to Mr Paul and put my head on his leg so that he would be impressed by my friendly nature and give me a pat. He did but he also put a lead on me.
Excellent! I thought. We're going for a walk.
Heidi came running in because she wanted to go for a walk too but it was all a trick. We weren't going for a walk at all.
It was something called TRAINING. Mr Paul was here to teach us something called the controlled calm position. It involves sitting. Nothing else.....just sitting. When Mr Paul or Mum pull up on one's collar, one is to sit......just sit....nothing else....just sit. I picked it very quickly but Heidi decided that she would sit when she wanted to sit not when someone else wanted her to sit. There was, after all, no bowl of dinner involved. So she took a bit longer to understand the calm position.
Today we went to the park and practiced walking a bit and then sitting....nothing else....just sitting.
People kept coming over to Mum and asking her if we were okay.....she just standing there and me sitting....just sitting. Boy, was I ever calm! I even sat...just sat.....when a child on a bike wobbled past me.
Mum seems pleased that we can do this new trick. We are puzzled. Why would she want us to be calm? Surely all the brilliant rampaging and frenzied barking and compulsive possum stalking are far preferable to sitting....nothing else.....just sitting in a calm manner? All this calmness makes us quite sleepy. Zzzzzzz