Charley: Okay, Nate. As quietly as you can... Take the lid off the treat jar... Now. Pay me. Captain: What are you doing? Nate: Learning not to bet against Louie.
No kidding. My old dog could hear the crinkle of a microwave popcorn wrapper when he was outside, far end of the yard and downwind on a windy day. Never came when he was called, but rattle the treat can, though - worked everytime.
No kidding. My old dog could hear the crinkle of a microwave popcorn wrapper when he was outside, far end of the yard and downwind on a windy day. Never came when he was called, but rattle the treat can, though - worked everytime.