Six pairs of eyes stared at me through the glass door. All of them set in incredibly cute faces. Well, I was not going to be intimidated; I was going to do the gardening without them and that was that—nothing would change my mind.
I resolutely turned my back on them and reached for my purple and black gardening shoes. ‘That’s odd…I’m sure they were here last night.’ I thought I heard a snicker, but when I turned around all I saw was six pairs of eyes staring at me through the glass door.
Do you think she knows?
Of course she doesn’t, she’s a human…she’s not smart enough.
But if she finds out, we won’t get any treats.
Yes we will, you can just look at her with those cute puppy dog eyes of yours and she’ll be putty in our hands.
I don’t have puppy dog eyes!
Of course you do Jazzy…you’re a puppy.
Grrrr…sometimes I wonder why I try to train you lot in espionage.
Shhh, she’s coming inside.
Right, you lot…keep together now. Just shuffle backwards like I taught you.
‘What’s wrong with you this morning Trevvy, did you get out of the wrong side of the doggy basket.’ Trevor was the oldest of my six fur babies and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he ruled the others like a sergeant major with a bunch of raw recruits.
I looked around the sunroom. There was no sign of my missing shoe. ‘I wonder if I left it in the laundry after I cleaned it.’
Okay, now when she comes back, you scratch at the box, Tessa, bark and run towards her. Then go back to the box and bark again.
Because the shoe is in the box, and we want her to think we’ve found it for her.
Oooh, all right, Trevvy…
Grrrr, don’t call me Trevvy; I hate it when I’m called Trevvy.
Sorry, Trevv…um, Trevor.
She’s coming, she’s coming.
‘What is it Tessa? What are you so excited about?’ I went over to where Tessa was scratching at a box and reached down to check but thought better of it. ‘You haven’t found another garter snake have you?’ I hatedsnakes, but thankfully, the only ones we found around here were garter snakes. Occasionally, one would get inside if the kids left the back door open. Tessa kept scratching at the box and wagging her tail. I leaned closer.
‘Oh Tessa, how clever of you! You’ve found my shoe. Good girl, good girl. Now, on with the gardening.’ I paused at the door, ‘oh, all right, you can all help me. But no digging!’
Well done, young Tess—go to the top of the class.
Thanks Sergeant Trevor.
See, I told you humans could be trained. You just have to be patient.