It amuses me to no end the things people say ...
I walk the streets of San Diego for about 2 hours a day. Lily and I are usually focused on each other and ignore most of the passers by but every once in a while we have a brief conversation. To their credit, lots of people ask intelligent questions:
How old is she?
How long have you been training?
What is being trained to do? (She wears her red Service Dog vest while training.)
But then there are the 'interesting' ones:
"Are you a professional trainer or is that your dog?" one man asked.
"No, this is my dog." I answer, thinking I must look pretty darned sharp with my obedient little dog. I have my bait bag around my waist, clicker in hand, dog in a perfect heel, then an automatic sit at the street corner ...
"Oh. Do you have to give lots of treats? I'm training my dog but I just can't bring myself to wear the bag."
Oh yeah. Because looking good is really maximized when you have a dork of a dog bouncing at the end of a leash and jumping up on people, barking his head off. A bait bag would be WAY worse!
My friends, I have dozens ... I'll keep you posted as folks make me laugh!
Another quickie: "Yeah, I had a dog but it was a small dog so I never needed to train it."
That was a good one, huh??
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