When I had a Riesenschnauzer (approximately in the late 1990s and early 2000s), we often walked with him to the dog square, where many surrounding dogs and their owners gathered in the evenings. It usually lasted an hour or two. The dogs are very busy communicating with each other. And the owners... First of all, you’ll swallow all the dogs. Play with some. The rest of the time we are talking about everything.
And she came there with a shepherd named Lara. I don’t remember how the housewife was called, unfortunately, because dog owners usually recognize each other by the dogs... Lara was very old and very smart. The teams performed any and instantly. And she was itching all the time - from old age, she had something with her skin, or eczema, or something. No, the wool did not slip, it just itched. In the free time from performing the teams (and the teams were few, she just walked out) she approached one, then another, and asked her to scratch. Rarely anyone refused. She’s scratching her side and back, and she’s grinding for pleasure. They stop scratching - he runs a little and sticks to someone else.
And then we talked with Lara’s mistress... well, of course, about dogs. In particular, that her Lara will do everything she orders her, regardless of the personality (this was emphasized). For example, she says, let’s argue that I will order her to attack you – she will attack, and will not see that acquaintance, to which she is always pleased. And I will say stop - it will stop immediately, and it will behave again as if nothing had happened. I knew all this, not the first day of acquaintance, but I had one clever consideration... And we argue, I say that it will not work!
And here, she goes away some distance, and commands, “Lara, take him!”
Lara rushed straight to my side. She runs, and I say to her, “Lara, go swallow!”
Lara immediately brakes with all four of her legs and turns to the side - the cheeks! I forgot about attack and thinking.
I chew her, Lara grumbled, the housewife shouted, “Oh, you are unconscious! I am you!
Lara guiltyly lowers her head and presses her ears, but continues to bump and does not attempt to retreat.
The owner managed to convince her not to punish her. I just knew the chat code from her dog.