Oh dear! Tink's an Obedience School Never-Been kid. Every time I've been ready to take her, something has happened to either me or her. I fear she will always be a brat and it's all my fault. I've spoiled her to rottenness - but not to worry, she doesn't stink.
She only does her commands if she thinks she's gonna get a treat. She refuses to hear the word "come", and resists the "stay" command with all her might although she has been known to occassionally succumb.
Tink, Tink, Tink, what shall I do with you?! Just love you to pieces I guess.
