March 26th 2013 6:38 pm
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So a week ago mom bought this clicker/training thing. (I can hear Gilmore and
the gang roaring with laughter) You should understand that I'm nobody's fool.
First of all, I hate the click - it's loud and scary. Then she hides it behind her back, even
scarier. I want to see both of her hands! Then she puts wet food on the end of the stick,
really scary! I'm suspicious!
She thinks if she gives me my favorite thing in the whole world, Gerber's Turkey baby
food on her finger that I'll go for that. Yeah right. I licked it and then ran!
I'm no Hazel Lucy, that's for sure! (HL wasn't feral, just fluffy!) I love mom and am super-
affectionate, but she has to understand that I'm the one in charge.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
So I've learned a valuable lesson. That I was never in charge, it was just an illusion.
I'm going to write to the experts that I see on tv. I have just 2 goals. To be able to
trim Mazie's nails, and have her go into the carrier. I know the look that says, don't
cross this line. I sure don't want to be slashed and sent to the ER like her daddy
was in her first home. I'm no fool either!
GOOD LUCK Mz. MAZEL MAMA!
GOOD JOB MAZIE. MOL
Good job on showing your momma who is boss, MOL!
Good work, Mazel! I won't go in the carrier either - mommy says I become an eel and too slippery too touch when the carrier comes out. We girls know how to do these things really well.
Does your mom keep the carrier out at all times and open for you to inspect? Maybe make it an extra bed or sleeping area? And if you like certain treats she can put those in there from time to time and let you find them. Then the carrier won't be so scary. Maybe even put some yummy food in there just at the opening so you get a little used to it. Good luck and stay in charge always!
I'm with ya, Sister !!
No training me...no sireeeeeee....
Mom has to lock me in a room to calm me down.
Then she can trick me.
Hopefully, having the carrier out will help to make you less afraid of it.
[Quote] "So I've learned a valuable lesson. That I was never in charge, it was just an illusion."
This, so much this!
Nuk in our family is the only one who permits himself to be "trained" (conforming to a human idea of training)
I believe your single sentence that I've quoted above also touches on the core of why some people prefer dogs and some other people prefer cats.
I am the "trainer" but never the "trainee"