Last night when Oliver went to bed he requested Mya to help tuck him in and read stories. Mya watches Oliver as he eats, just hoping he'll drop something and that she can grab it before Oliver does. If they both reach for a dropped piece at the same time, Oliver wins. ALWAYS. She knows she can't have it if Oliver wants it. How does she know this? I don't know. Obviously, we haven't had a chance to really train her. This is how she came to us.
|Please drop that pizza, please drop that pizza, please drop that pizza....|
We took her to Petco this afternoon to pick up a nail clipper. She greeted the other dogs politely and enjoyed being petted by other customers. She sat nicely on the backseat while we drove. When I opened the door to let her out, she didn't rush out until I had her leashed and stepped out of the way.
When we got home I planned out a long strategy for clipping her nails. I've never had a dog that enjoyed nail clipping. I sat down next to her and pet her paws while she slept. She got used to me petting her paws so I quick pulled the clipper out of my pocket, hoping to get the biggest offending nail I could before she ran away or freaked out.
Well, I got the clipper out, clipped on nail quickly and she gave me this look to say, "Are you kidding me? You are so weird. "
She put her head back down on the couch and rolled onto her side so I could clip the rest of her nails. Just like that. No big deal.
This dog is some sort of miracle dog, you guys.