Dandelion was hard at work training her new
pet.
"Rollover! Beg! Fetch! Heel! Heel damn you! Marlin! Come here and heel!"
She was having no luck with it whatsoever.
"Fine! Sit! .... Stay!"
Okay. Marginal luck. Then again her pet is a fist size chunk of granite.
"That's a good rock. Good boy!"
[Yes. She has a pet rock. It's so 70s. Open to cabinmates or anyone walking by...]