Guess he's got ME trained!

Finally, the weather and the rain seem to have knocked whatever it is that Timber's allergic to mostly out of the air--as long as he stays inside, his itchies and runny eyes are mostly under control. But for a while there I was giving him benadryl twice a day. He's very very good about being pilled, bless him--I ask him to sit at heel, hook my left forefinger behind his top canine, and say "Say ah, Timber!" And he opens up and I stick a pill down his throat. Then he gets a treat.

At night, I was pilling him just before their nightly chicken-jerky strip, which they get regardless. That's a freebie. But, as I say, he hasn't really needed his pills lately, and they don't get treats in the morning. Or, there's no reason for them to get treats. But this morning I realized that since I stopped giving him his pills, he comes into the kitchen while I'm fixing my breakfast and getting things ready for work, sits down, and watches me. The first few times, I thought, "Oh, poor baby, he deserves a treat--he expects it, and he doesn't know why he's not getting one--and anyway, he gets urka-gurkas if his tummy is empty"--and I'd flip him a couple of EVO cookies (grain-free).

This morning I thought, "Wait a minute. Who's supposed to be in charge of the hand-outs, here?" So this morning I had him give me paw and sit up for his cookies.

Sneaky little boy--you sure have to stay on your toes around them! He knows he's got me wrapped around his little furry paw. *lol*

(And yes, Taenzer gets a cookie too so she won't feel left out. I'm a softy. But she does have to work for it!)