The wild beasts have been trained to sit and wait before they're allowed to eat.
(By eat, in Cool Whip terms, I mean ravenously devour every morsely the eye can see or the nose can smell as fast as her mouth can inhale it as though she has not eaten in days or weeks.)
I'm not one to work on training. Not because I don't want well-behaved dogs, but because I know I'll give in to their demands almost immediately. Yup, I'm that girl. Oh, you want to pee on every single bushrocktreepoletire that we pass?! No problem, I've got all day. I didn't need to run errands anyhow. -_-
One sad look gazing up at me with big brown eyes and I'm putty in their furry paws. Or the instant Cool Whip juts out her chin, melts her ears back, and turns her head away from me like an unruly teenager -- that's when I know it's over for me. I've yet to win the battle of wills with that one.
So I let them live a bohemian lifestyle, wild and free. And in return I get to enjoy seeing them run amuck and get excited by the little things.
Like ice cubes.
We don't play around with ice cubes in this household. Apparently they are a fine delicacy worthy of racing to the fridge as fast as four paws can get you there the second the ice dispenser makes noise.
The other day I emptied out the ice tray into the lawn and it was like a grand feast. Smiling faces, wagging tails! I can only imagine the brain freeze they were fighting!
For me, I'd just be happy if they could be trained to not puke on the bed in the middle of the night and leaving it for me to find in the morning after it has had a chance to soak through the comforter and sheets to the mattress pad. The little things. :)