We got a new bag of dog food today from the nice mailman (actually the Ocado delivery man, who had a French accent—possibly he's a refugee from the political unrest there). I'm trying to teach Sparky that the mailman doesn't need to be barked at, so it seemed like a good opportunity for some positive reinforcement: mailman = dog treats in bags delivered right to your door!
But we were both amazed to find that the new bag of dog food had a picture of Sparky on it!
Okay, it's not really Sparkydoodle, but it looks a lot like him.
Yes, I do call him Sparkydoodle; why do you ask?
We've been busy training. His issues with other dogs are well on their way to being sorted, and after he grabbed a bone in the street the other day we're learning Leave It. He's also learning that when I call his name there are incredibly yummy things in my hand.
And that mailmen bring yummy things right to your door!
Thank you, Mr Ocado Man! I will even forgive you for smushing my bread.
