I have become quite accomplished at doing several tricks. I must confess that my main motivation is because it involves getting dog cookies when I do a good job. I also like seeing my mistress happy with me when I do what she tells me to do.
The other day my mistress was running me thru my tricks (dog cookies were involved) and I was doing especially well. Sit, lay down, shake, jump over the yard stick (over and over again), stay, speak, etc.. I was really excited and proud of myself and so was she.
Sometimes when a dog (me) is really happy with himself, he will do something without thinking it thru first (and something that is totally unacceptable in the house). Before I could stop myself (or think) I lifted my leg and peed on the couch. I instantly knew I was a “Bad Dog”. Both of my ears stood straight up (which never happens, one or the other ear usually won’t cooperate) and if a dog can have a look of shock come over their face, it was on mine. I couldn’t believe what I had done.
As my mistress let out a big “Gasp of Horror” at what I had done, I ran for the door. I’m sure her finger was wagging as she yelled “You Bad Dog” at me as I escaped out the door. I instictively knew there would be no more dog cookies for me that day.