"Wait!" I say. Two furry tails hit the rug and two impatient canines conquer their eagerness to bolt through the door. This works at the back door. Front door manners coming soon, to two dogs near me.
Bark, yap, wiggle, whine. Jump up. Bother people to the utmost. They are not my dogs. I keep reminding myself of this fact but somehow they need a bit of structure and routine.
Manners, manners . . .
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At least they're small dogs. Worst mannered dogs I ever met were owned by Lunsfords in Georgia. One was named Dapper Nip and the other was Tuck. Nip and Tuck rushed to greet our car as we pulled up in the yard. The dogs dashed through puddles in the red clay. Jumped up on us to lick and paw. My white raincoat with little black polka dots was covered with red muddy paw prints that I never did get out of the fabric. Keep teaching manners, sez I!!!
Now, you probably know about lifting your knee into the jumper's tummy if he is tall. Not hard, just surprising. Short jumpers back toes are exposed. Tread on them, but gently. Or just tap them with your own toes. The element of surprise does the work.
Cats. They leave paw prints on your windshield. Light hairs on your dark clohtes.
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