We are all creatures of habit, none more than Doppler. That’s especially true when it comes to her visits to the front lawn.
We’ve just come back from Doppler doing a number one. The expectation was a three (one plus two).
“She’s working the system,” Helaine said.
That’s because Doppler knows an excursion to the lawn is always followed by a treat.
Once we come back into the house and I remove her leash, Doppler sprints to the family room where she waits in her crate for the reward. If I take too much time, like today when I began to chat with Helaine, Doppler will come into the kitchen to better gauge the hold-up.
We all know the drill. Doppler stands under the edge of the kitchen table looking up, wistfully. As soon as I begin to take her treat from the bag she turns toward the family room and hits the accelerator. There’s not enough traction on the hardwood floor.
It’s a cross between Fred Flintstone’s feet and some ‘drifting’ from a Vin Diesel movie.
We’ve seen it a thousand times. It never gets old!