Unlike my first dog, though, Fame comes by it through hard work. Sorta.
One of the things I wanted her to do when got her was bark on command easily in case I needed help.
And it was easy to get her to bark, or speak ... for everyone else -- her puppy raiser, the trainer, my brother-in-law.
She just looked at me ... unless of course I had food.
So I worked on it. Success came when she released that barking would bring other people to my room.
When she realized that, it was all I could do to keep her from barking whenever I sat on the toilet, where I normally fall. She eyes me know like a vulture, just waiting for me to slip .
Now I have two problems: First, she sometimes barks before I ask her, but it's always after I have fallen. I also have to persuade her to bark before she grabs a stuffed animal when I fall.
You are getting Fame stories because I am struggling. My shoulder was slowly improving, but I re-aggravated it yesterday trying to recover from a fall. My stomach remains problematic. Zoom calls are hard. Work tire me out. My sleep mask is still not easy to wear. Plus, you know, Friedreich's ataxia.
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