Spring 24th, 514 AV
The puppy before Spirit was one of the middling puppies… older enough to be away from the mother, but not old enough to be full grown. She was about half a year old, and still getting bigger. She’d decided to work with this one today, because… she was causing problems. The Luvanor was picky, and seemed to always want to cause trouble. She also didn’t seem to like the ‘no’ command… something that needed to be enforced.
The Frostfawn crouched before the dog, and stared into the dark eyes. The puppy looked away. At least it wasn’t a dominance problem, then. There was a few moments like that, where the creature looked awkwardly around… until it found her boot. Immediately, it darted forward and tried to take a huge bite out of the thick leather. This would be the start of the training, then.
“No,” Spirit firmly ordered, but there was no reaction. She grabbed the Luvanor’s jaw and pried it off and away, repeating the order. The puppy tried to nibble on her fingers. “Noo,” she said, stressing the word now, and giving the dog a light tap on the nose as a scolding. It whined at her, mostly to gain her sympathy. She didn’t have any. Though she loved dogs and puppies, she’d become mostly immune to the infamous ‘puppy dog eyes’.
She’d gotten it’s collar now, and held on tightly, while the puppy started pulling away. The Luvanor apparently thought it was a game… that was always their first reaction. “No. Sit.” The puppy stopped for a few moments, then the pulling continued. “Sit,” she repeated, and was rewarded with success… she’d spent the last few days drilling the simple command into the puppy. She’d brought Mino in a few times, but she knew the puppy got on the Kelvic’s nerves… it was basically teaching a person who didn’t want to learn. Anyways, Mino was busy with her sled training… which was probably more important than this.
The Vet sighed, then rubbed the puppy’s head as a reward. This was something she’d have to work one steadily, every time she saw the puppy doing something wrong. Associate ‘no’ with bad, and the actions with bad. “Good girl,” she muttered, scratched an ear, and stood up. The puppy jumped up to follow her. Actually… this would be a good time to practice something else.
“Sit,” she started with, and the dog sat. “Stay,” was the next order, as she took a few steps back. The puppy ran towards her. “No. Sit. Stay.” The Luvanor followed the first two at least, though was at her feet by that time. She decided that the puppy’s problem with the ‘no’ command wasn’t that it didn’t understand it… it was just that the creature didn’t want to follow it.
“Stay,” she repeated, and moved back even more. She held out a hand for the desired effect. The puppy began standing up… “No.” It stopped halfway through the movement, looking at her pathetically. “Stay.” No movement. “Come!” The puppy, after a moment’s hesitation, raced towards her, running into her legs with a crash. She hadn’t actually worked on that word, but it was the more relaxed tone, compared to the earlier hard ones, that made the meaning more obvious. She scratched the Luvanor’s ears again, muttering compliments.
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