Good Dog v Bad Dog

Kate is not good at hiding her struggles. When she is asked to do something that doesn’t quite fit with what she wants to do a particular moment – like, you know, wait in your crate while I throw a ball for your sister - you can literally see it written on her face.

I ask:

Are you thinking bad thoughts?

Meee?


Yeah, you. You weren’t thinking about perhaps jumping out of your crate, were you?

I wasn’t thinking anything. You know I don’t do that. Thinking not my thing.


That’s an I-feel-like-jumping-out-of-the-car face if I’ve ever seen one. If you’re not thinking bad thoughts, where are your ears then?

Umm, maybe if you let me out of the car I could find them for you?


Found them!