When I said call me for dinner, says Euka, this isn’t what I had in mind. But no prob, I could hear the kibble calling my name.

But truth be told, y’all, Euka did not get to partake in the noshing of her meal out here on the patio. But before you think this totally unjust, I can explain.

To be a service dog, that canine brain needs to wrap itself around the idea food on the ground, anything perceived as possibly edible, is not for them. Think about it this way . . .  a service dog in a restaurant must be focused on the handler, not the nibblets of treasure to be found under the table.  Same basic concept for any outing. A service dog is always tuned into his or her person, instead of like our pets [coughJagercough] who pass the hours of the day with nose to the ground scrounging for a scrap of edible goodness.

And this frame of mind starts early in life in the puppy raiser’s home. We understand the need for this training, we puppy raisers. So we do this, we always have.

But new and trendy among us these days is the sharing of photos showing our young charges with the expression of cool indifference upon their faces when faced with their name spelled in kibble. So you got me thinking . . .

An invitation

You don’t have to be a CCI puppy raiser to join in. If you have, or wanna take, a photo with your dog posed by their kibbley name, send the photo to me at puppysword@gmail.com.  Be sure to include a link to your pet’s Facebook page or blog, if you have such things.

We’ll post the grouping on next week’s Wordless Wednesday.

Categories: Euka II

Tags: Euka II, Training, Wordless Wednesday