August is approaching, she's getting busy and overwhelm, while I'm developing lazy bones. The only thing she said to me was 'Come!' and 'COME!' and more 'come', with different wavelength and frequency. She was carrying out some sort of sound testing to see which tone suits me best. Don't you think I'm too old to learn recall? Nope, actually I'm re-learning, re-call.
According to old myth, owners need to call their dog in the most cheerful and idiotic way to grab their dog attention. I beg to differ, as this might only work on naive dog. She had done countless of replication at different setting, mostly just in yard and in park with the long line attach. When she called out 'Pacco girl' in the sweet candy way, I'm under selective deafness. Finally, she need to resort to 'PACCO, get your ass here!', then I quickly rush back before she burst in flames again.
Recently, almost every weekend, baby Lera came to pay me a visit. We experience a 'forbidden love', because we could never get in touch with each other physically, only emotionally. It reminds me of the TV series 'Pushing Daisie' by Lee Pace, currently showing at 8TV. Ned can't touch Chuck, or else, she will DIE! Everyone was worried that I might get possess by evil spirit and launch an unexpected attack on her. How cruel.