Well, I couldn’t let it go about Darby’s comment about Gus and me getting up on our hind legs and walking backwards. In case, you didn’t realize it, Darby, we are actually DANCING! Yeah, we don’t just stay up on our hind legs and walk backwards (yes, we do that, but…). In case you didn’t recognize it, it’s the Piggy Pug Two-Step. We don’t do this just for fun, y’know. We mainly dance for things that taste good.
Our Guardian often tells us that the pug creator should have named the breed “Pigs” instead of Pugs. I don’t know, maybe the person couldn’t spell. Anyway, Guardian often treats us for “doing our job” on walks, and one day we just got up on those back legs to get closer to the food tidbits. And it worked! Guardian thinks she trained us—hah! Live on in delusion. Gus and I really trained her, ‘cause Gus randomly stands on his hind legs and looks so adorable that she can’t resist rewarding him. I’m really the adorable one, but sometimes I don’t even have to do the Piggy Pug Two-Step to get a treat when he does this. So I’ll give him the “adorable” just for this.
We’ve also trained Guardian to treat us when other dogs bark. We look at her instead of those dogs who are saying rude things to us. And Gus has this weird thing about truck and car engines. He goes crazy when they are sitting there just idling. He starts going all barky-freaky, leaping around, and turning into a raving idiot. So Guardian has been pretty successful about getting him to look at her now for treats instead of going puggy psycho. He doesn’t even have to do the Piggy Puggy Two-Step. And I get some organic dried beef liver bits just for being there.