She glanced my way, and a shadow of irritation touched her expression.
Ah, yes, there we go.
“Oh right. She’s here.”
I was intruding on her domain, spoiling that. If I slipped up and pissed her off, I’d be lucky to get hit just once.
A deal’s a deal, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a chance she’ll go “fuck what Brian said” if sufficiently pissed off.
I knew we were close to our destination when I heard the barking. Angelica yapped back in reply, cranked herself up to ‘excited frenzy’ mode and rushed forward, pulling on the leash. Bitch stopped her, directed her to lie down with a motion of her finger, and we waited. When Angelica relaxed and put her chin on the ground, we moved forward again.
Ah, yes, there’s the leash-pulling. :Å)
We didn’t get three steps before Angelica pulled again, provoking the repetition of orders and another minute long wait.
I think I see what the goal here is. By stopping every time she pulls on the leash, eventually she’ll learn that pulling doesn’t get them to the destination faster.
The third time it happened, Bitch gave me a dark look. As though it were my fault, or more probable, she might have been anticipating impatience on my part. I didn’t really mind, though. It wasn’t like I had anywhere to be, and it was interesting to see her process.
Hehe.
Third, less likely option: “do you see this shit?”
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