Then there's the 'will I won't I' get a treat dilemma. We see Milo and his generous owner quite regularly and all that training is paying off. I sit to attention - he gives me the treat. Simples! It's just a shame that I'm so preoccupied with obtaining my dietary supplement that I can't normally stop to greet Milo, as he seems a good sort. He never makes a fuss about me accessing his personal supply of doggy behavioural incentives which is pretty decent I must say. I can't see me taking it kindly if 'Her Indoors' indulged in similar behaviour.
I saw my next door neighbour, Basil, the other morning. We walked passed his gate so he obligingly got to his feet and had a quick woof. I barked back a little, but not too much. Basil is pretty elderly and deserves some respect for living so long. I wonder if he's the oldest dog in the village. Anyway, it's good to see him still doing his stuff. When I stop barking at passing traffic they need to start measuring me for my final kennel.
In the meantime, to quote another old fella, I'll keep dancing. It's good for the soul and keeps me positive.