You were three.
Maggie was twelve.
She cocked her head from side to side, planted firmly on her four feet, watching as you chose the dog biscuit and proffered it.
You wagged your index finger at her, ordering her to sit. Then begged.
Still the tail wagged. Still she stood.
Elizabeth Hone wrote this story.
Maggie is an ace human trainer!! Very poignant.
Patience gets the prize. Well done!
Best author bio I’ve seen yet
Agreed.
I think we’ve all had dogs like that.
Absolutely love this. Tiny, authoritative person; old dog who isn’t fooled.
Sweet and touching. So visual. Young child, beloved dog and a biscuit. What a combination!