Training: Day 12

Hey, Stella here. They don't know I'm on the pooter, but I had to vent. Can we talk?

Seriously. Can we talk?

I know I look diminutive, and very innocent. I am. But, that's not ALL I am. See, I've been running Stanley through my BBTP (Big Brudder Training Program), and we're on day 12. He doesn't know anything about The Program. While he practices being "gentle" with me, I'm really training him & our girl to see things MY WAY! (*sweet grin*)

Check out these photos. The smaller photos show what looks like a potentially dangerous situation for a small pup such as myself. It alerts our girl to possible rough behavior by Stanley, and earns me major sympathy points. (See how fierce Stanley's big nasty teeth look?) (*winky wink*)

Upon closer inspection you will notice that I have Stanley ON HIS BACK, wrasslin' MY WAY, and he's barely touching me.

In this photo I look like I'm about to be swallowed by Stanley's jaws of death. OH NOOOOOO!





When you take a closer look, I'm standing over him while he writhes in agony at the thought of my wrasslin' prowess.





This third photo is one of my favorites. Unless you look really close, you can hardly tell I'm there. Am I right?

Upon closer inspection you see that Stanley is in my death grip, and he's not doing a thing about it. (I'm not called the Stellanator for nothing).

Now, please don't judge me or The Program. I'm just a wee mite of a pup, and the best chance Stanley & I have to make it as brother & sissy is for him to learn how I like things done. The key is for him to think he's the one in charge even though I'm calling the shots. See?

I guess you could say I already have him wrapped around my itty bitty paw. Awwww.

Thanks for letting me vent. I just HAD to talk to somedoggie, hammie or kitty! Wish me luck!

Love & itty bitty goober kisses,

Stella