George is my dog. Like, for real, he is my dog. But anyone who knows George knows that he isn’t any old 230 pound dog.
Not only is he the biggest teddy bear in the world but he takes in the paper for my mom every morning.
I must confess that although my hairy brother is brilliant my mom did train him. Every day she would walk with him to the top of the driveway with cheese (that’s his kryptonite).
First, she trained him to pick up the paper. My mom would applaud, hug, rub and feed George every time he did it.
Like Pavlov’s experiment, George quickly realized that if he wanted the cheddar he’d have to perform.
Then, my mom would run ahead of him and reward him again if he didn’t drop the paper. Finally, she trained him to drop the paper once he got into the house.
George now does this every morning like clockwork. When my mom told me this over the phone I really didn’t believe her until I saw it with my own eyes.
George knows that if he wants the cheese, he’s got to get the paper. His genius dog brain probably works like this:
Paper…cheese…paper…cheese…paper…cheese…water from toilet bowl.
Now there are a million directions I could have taken this story. But I’m going to finish it like this…
George knows that if you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten.
Anyone for a snausage?
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