Last night, Muggins was curled up on the chesterfield with the Mister. I started talking to her asking if she was going to come over with me, patting the comfy spot next to me. Nope, barely an acknowledgement. So, I thought, my feet are cold and I want to warm them on her, I'll pull out the big guns.
Offer a cookie? Nope. I started to sing "Where, oh, where has my little dog gone". Instantly, she leapt up ran over and sat right beside me.
Works every time! Seems it's just that song though.
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3 comments:
It must be the sweet sound of your voice.
You're going to have to show me that trick on wednesday.
Do you stop singing each time she to you and if yes, why is she coming to you?
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