So I'm standing at the kitchen counter, building myself a sandwich. As usual, my two little ankle biters are by my feet, waiting for me to drop a piece of meat or cheese.
I'm afraid I might step on one or the other. They have such small bones that being stepped on could have disastrous results. And if I should trip over them, I could easily do myself a mischief. So I've been trying to break them of this habit, to no avail.
Today I gave up on everything else I have done, trying to discourage them from being underfoot. I just said, "No." I didn't yell. I didn't raise my voice in any way. Just a firm "No."
To my complete amazement, they turned in unison, left the kitchen and entered their respective kennels in the living room.
They really scare me sometimes.
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