Trainer in Training

I know that Harper isn't even two yet, so it might be a little early to speculate about her future career choices. . . I do it anyway. So far mountain climber and archeologist are near the top of the list. Recently, however, she has shown some interest in, and aptitude for, animal training.

Ever since Harper became a little steady on her feet we've allowed her to help give Rebound treats. In the beginning this meant that we'd hand the treat to her and she would fling it to the floor and scamper away, watching Rebound devour it from a safe distance. Lately, Harper has been feeling a little more confident around the dog and she's started to make him earn his treats. She will hold the treat in one hand, point the opposite index finger in the air, and command, "Sis." Rebound sits. Then she holds the empty hand in front of her like an officer stopping traffic and says, "Taaaa." Rebound stays. Delighted with her new found power over the dog, Harper keeps him waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Eventually Rebound, who has the patience of a saint, will stand up and try to retrieve the treat clenched in Harper's fist. She will say, "No!" and pull the treat away. Then we're back to, "Sis. . . taaaa. . ." and Rebound waits.


A few times as many as ten minutes have gone by, with Harper exercising her control over the dog again, and again, and again. If she doesn't give it up then, we end up prying it out of her hand while praising Rebound for being such a good boy. Then he gets extra treats for not tackling Harper. I'm starting to think this is really just an elaborate plan they've concocted to get Rebound bonus treats. I just know those two are going to get in all kinds of trouble together.