I really love Strap and Squirt, but they sure do know how to work me to play on my sympathies, and get their own way--most of the time anyway..sort of like when our girls lived with us. I usually always gave in, and Maddie especially really knew how to work me. I used to tell her that it's not fair when she used her eyes in the Puss in Boots (Shrek) sort of way--but she did! And I would be :"Doomed as doomed could be, you know!"-Ed Grimley
Well, Strap does the same thing.
His key position is to sit at the back patio doors and look through the glass at me, especially when it is just me in the room. He really plays me. Because he sheds so much hair, I am not letting him come inside so often, unless I really have planned a good cleaning day, when it doesn't matter, because I will clean it all up soon anyway!
But on normal days, he just and puts his nose against the glass even, and with his eyes, asks me why
I'm not playing with him! Guilt! He's a good guilt Master! (I wonder if he was a good Jewish Mother in a former life) - Sorry if I have insulted any Jewish Mothers - but you know what I'm talking about!
Look at those eyes--c'mon! I'd have to have a cruel heart to refuse that look! 9 times out of 10 - Strap wins! Don't you just hate that! I mean, I should know better, Maddie knew I should know better, Strap knows I should know better, --but do they care? No! They have their eyes, and their not afraid to use them!
Eventually, I usually give in, and agree to play ball with Strap. This involves me throwing his favourite colour of ball - yes- he chooses his favourite colour of ball each day, based maybe on his mood and all. (I know , you are telling me that dogs only see in black and white tonings- yea yea--but this is Strap--who knows with him- he identifies everything by colour!
We went down South recently for family issues, and to stay with Bron and family while we dealt with the other issues. Before we left, I made sure that Christine, our wonderful animal person would be available to feed and look after Strap and Squirt. She is brilliant- she comes in, plays with them, and then feeds them and leaves, when she knows they are OK. Anyway, with the note I left for her, I included a new purple tennis ball, for her to give to Strap. Apparently it was the only ball he would play with. He has days when he will only choose his pink ball. even if we throw the blue ball! He now has green, pink, blue and purple...I'll test him out on his choices--but he hasn't disappointed me yet in how he chooses his balls. He kills me! There's some deep intelligence there, hidden by the eyes! Darn those eyes!
Anyway, as soon as Squirt sees me outside, she starts to use all of her language skills- dredging up old phrases even - anything to get my attention - so while I am throwing balls for Strap to bring back directly to me, Squirt is squawking:
"Wake up!" "Strap", "Squirt", "Like it!" and whistling like mad...any sound she can think of--and I am repeating them to her--it is often chaotic out there--but fun!