theatrical_muse 292: Show and Tell
“Leave it. Good boy. Watch me, good. Leave it. Good boy.”
Over and over. Show the item, say ‘leave it’, wait for the dog to take its nose away, reward with a treat. That was how it was supposed to work anyway. This was how it was actually going:
“Tripod. Okay, pay attention. Leave it. No no, pay attention. Leave it. Tripod! Well, you’re technically leaving it but I don’t think you’re getting that you’re leaving it.”
“Tripod, leave it. Leave it. Leave it. Tripod bring that back!”
“Okay, now leave it… good boy! No, no that doesn’t mean you get to take it! No, silly dog take the treat! Here. Tripod! Come get the treat!”
“… did you seriously just fall asleep? Am I that boring?”
“Where’d it… Tripod! You put a hole in it! Bad dog! Oh crap, I’m not supposed to say that. Um, never mind. Even though I totally think you’re a bad dog right now. Yeah, you bark at me all you want. Sit. No, sit! Not on the couch! On the floor, silly dog. Tripod? Come here good dog. That’s a good boy.”
“Let’s try this again. Tripod? Leave it. Good boy!! Oh what a good boy! That’s my good boy!! Okay, so you’re gonna leave me underwear alone now right? Especially when we have company over? I think finding that pair in your doggy bed scarred John for life, so we’re not going to do that again, right? Good boy.”
Over and over. Show the item, say ‘leave it’, wait for the dog to take its nose away, reward with a treat. That was how it was supposed to work anyway. This was how it was actually going:
“Tripod. Okay, pay attention. Leave it. No no, pay attention. Leave it. Tripod! Well, you’re technically leaving it but I don’t think you’re getting that you’re leaving it.”
“Tripod, leave it. Leave it. Leave it. Tripod bring that back!”
“Okay, now leave it… good boy! No, no that doesn’t mean you get to take it! No, silly dog take the treat! Here. Tripod! Come get the treat!”
“… did you seriously just fall asleep? Am I that boring?”
“Where’d it… Tripod! You put a hole in it! Bad dog! Oh crap, I’m not supposed to say that. Um, never mind. Even though I totally think you’re a bad dog right now. Yeah, you bark at me all you want. Sit. No, sit! Not on the couch! On the floor, silly dog. Tripod? Come here good dog. That’s a good boy.”
“Let’s try this again. Tripod? Leave it. Good boy!! Oh what a good boy! That’s my good boy!! Okay, so you’re gonna leave me underwear alone now right? Especially when we have company over? I think finding that pair in your doggy bed scarred John for life, so we’re not going to do that again, right? Good boy.”