My late little Scotty was an alpha, type A spoiled rotten holy terror who hated brushing. He was my first Yorkie and so tiny I was scared to demand correct behavior from him those first months. He'd fight and squeal/scream when you tried brushing him like he was being slaughtered! My sister visited and took the brush, got a good hold on Scotty in her lap and, ignoring all his protests, screams, squirms and attempts to escape, just proceeded to brush him thoroughly, head to tail, not saying a word to him, just chatting with me as she worked. When done, she gave him a big hug, said "Good dog" sort of matter-of-factly, summarily sat him on the floor, got up and walked away. Scotty protested his brushings no more! Ever. Word.
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |