I want to sit here and brag/complain about my foster dog for a moment. Antonella is absolutely brilliant. She's like a smart-alack teenager. She is obedient in her own very literal way.
Today my cleaning lady came over, and she brought her son with her. Her son is about two or three years old, the perfect height to be eye-to-eye with Antonella. Now, this dog has an obsession with checking out everyone who comes through the door no matter how many times before that they've been here. If you don't let her do that, she gets kind of anxious, but there's a point when "checking out" becomes "being annoying." That's when, today, I told her "Go to your house." So, she took two steps and went to her house...her giant tail still buffeting the little boy in the face. (I mean, he moved, but still...) "Antonella, go in your house." So, she went in and laid down.
*sigh*
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