Week 4 of Sherry’s existence at our home. Our new Jack Russell, in case you were wondering.
Went to the pet shop near my place (behind TB Plaza). The lady proprietor was just so sensitive to our needs.Was looking for a suitable harness as doggy was real tiny. Baby. Just over four months old. And the lady boss just helped to try on every one till we were satisfied. That’s what I call Service with a capital S.
At night, it finally managed to obey one of our commands. Sit. Good Dog!
Still crossing my fingers that it remembers where to shit.
Yes, to me. That is the most important. As long as it shits and pees on the newspaper, I don’t even care if it can stand on its hind legs, or roll over, or sing the national anthem. Just majullah towards the newspaper and I’ll be the happiest dog owner around.
