'Xena sit,' I say as I look her in the eye.
She looks at me with a kind of, 'Me no comprehehda de english' look.
I rub the bag containing cooked shreded chicken meat in my hands.
Food = Babble Fish for my Ridgeback
'Oh, oh, ok you said sit, yes now I understand,' Xena replies. 'And thank you for inserting that delicious peice of chicken into my mouth. What would you like me to do next? Stay or wait? Come here? Just don't forget to rain chicken down on me like manna from heaven.'
'Xena sit,' I say, holding 1 finger up and making beautiful eye contact. I raise another finger. Oh she is watching them intently with a yes I know look on her tilted face as I say 'Stay.'
I walk backwards holding my two fingers up as I go as I've discovered that sometimes Xena prefers sign language... with my partner she responds to whistles- I can't whistle :o(
She sits beautifully and stays in her place. Oh I am sooooo proud of her.
'Come here,' I say dropping my hand.
She races full pelt at me and launches her body sidewards at my leg. I feel my kneecap POP...
hmmm may need to work on that... If I don't want to have reconstructive knee surgery any time soon.
She gets some manna anyways.... yeah I'm not calling it treats anymore... Its manna in abundance if I want her attention. But her lunch will be smaller... see I'm not just a pretty face.
'Sit.... stay.... come here!'
I freeze as she runs full pelt at me again.
4 metres till impact... 3..... 2.....
I raise my hand with 5 fingers splayed....and
she scoots in on her bum and heels in front of me!
YAY!
I open the bag and shower her with shredded chicken. That was beautiful :o)
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