I've been graduated for one day, and I thought I had it made. I could fly free. Eat many things. Chew on small bits and big bits and bits attached to other bits. I thought I could be unencumbered by the rules of a lesser dog.
But my foster people, especially the lady, thinks that a "tie-down" and a "crate" will help me learn Manners. And so I wait. Oh would you like to go to the kitchen to check out the food bin, Robin? Oh no thank you, I would much rather be tied to the table and salivate while I wait 100 hours for you to come back.
Robin, I have this wonderfully scrumptous sock that I'm flipping around in my hand, would you like to have it? How generous of you, but no! I prefer to be shackled to your waist so that I can't even leap up to taste a measly corner.
As so I wait. Because the lady brought Manners to graduation, and he's really crimping my style. Sigh.