This Is Easy!
Willow here. While my master is hunkered on the john in the bathroom I thought I would slip over and see what is so fantastic about this thing he keeps poking at.
I said “Master” in jest. I decided what to do and what not to do. Master, sheesh!
After much hard work I finally taught that slob a trick and I am so proud of him, and myself, I just wanted to share it.
With just a nudge of my nose onto his left arm just above the elbow he hops up and lets me outside.
He has not gotten the full hang of it yet – it is still not the automatic response I want, but we are working on it.
If the first time the slob doesn’t get, I lightly nibble in the same spot with my teeth. Then if he still doesn’t get I bare down with those sharp incisors of mine and boy, does he get it!
He quickly responds before I try to deliver the request with a little more enthusiasm.
Another thing, while I got you here: The other day we went to a pet store and they bought me what they call a toy. It is a little red thing about the size of a mouse. When I bit it in the correct way it lets a out a squeal.
They think it is a toy. It is not a toy. It is a live being and should be treated as such, in other words, it is to be eaten.
I like to make friends with the little animals before I make the final chomp to end their life… but frankly, this one is giving me a hard time. Each time I chomp and it lets out a cry I cry too. I back up a few paces and whine too.
But instinct is instinct. Nature built me to kill that little creature and eat it, just like I did those chipmunks. But, before their death I played with them and got to know them.. they were so sweet and cute! Afterwards my masters (Hah!) called me “Chipmunk Breath” .
Why would they make light of a poor little chipmunk’s death? They have no heart.