While I was on the phone with my mother yesterday I overheard my husband tell Marley not to move. His exact words - in a low, calming voice were, "Marley, don't move, relax. Ugh you are such a crazy dog." My ears immediately perked up as I asked him what was going on. Still in a calm, soothing voice, he tells my that the dog has gotten a hold of a steak knife, and she has it in her mouth... Seriously? How did she get a hold of a freaking steak knife?
I tell my mom that I'll have to call her back, because Marley is in a stand off with Eric and she has a knife in her mouth and could lunge at him at any moment. She couldn't help but laugh at this hilarious, but dangerous situation. As I left the home office, Marley booked it down the stairs and into the living room. I tried to cut her off by using the kitchen entrance, but she ran past me. Eric, in a now annoyed voice, asked me why I didn't do a better job at blocking her... um, hello, have you forgotten the important fact that she has a knife and I don't want to get cut and have to explain to a doctor how I was injured in a knife fight with my 1 year old labradoodle.
Within seconds, however, I got her to drop her weapon by using the highly-persuasive negotiating method of bribery by pupperoni. It's her kryptonite, and she immediately dropped the knife without incident. Luckily no one, including Marley, was hurt, but I'm still baffled as to how she got the knife from the drawer.
Something tells me Canine Academy is going to regret offering pet owners the option of repeating obedience classes for free. Marley certainly has not mastered any of the commands that we have been working on - such as come when called, drop it, or leave it. She's a sweet dog, but I seriously think she could benefit from seeing a psychologist. She's literally nuts!
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