Friday, July 27, 2012
When I first found Albert, and didn’t plan to keep Albert, but couldn't find anyone who wanted an Albert in their life, I farmed him out to a free-range board and care training facility. I was travelling all the time, every week. It was the only solution; the expensive solution.
The trainers gave me updates every week, “Albert is special!” they said. The trainers, I’m sure, tell every owner their dog is special. But with Albert, they probably meant it. "Do you want to see him on live-cam?" they asked.
Oh, lord, no.
So after all this intensive, expensive training, well, Albert never did learn to sit or come or shake or heel, or whatever else the ABC’s may be in doggy grammar school. But for some reason, he took to this one trick. And I’ll bet your dog can’t do it. It’s the World War II Commando Crawl.
Whew, that was close. I don't think the Nazis saw us.