I spent about an hour today fucking with CharlieGodammit, trying to train him to snarl or at least growl at me when I said "What up, my nigga?" with absolutely no luck at all.
Or so I thought.
I was sitting here on the couch with Lisa and he was on the floor looking all forlorn and I asked Lisa if that dog looked like he needed a piece of cheese. Boom. His head shot up.
"How about some free cheese?" He jumped to his feet. He usually doesn't get cheese except as a treat before bedtime, so any other time is free or bonus cheese.
"How about some gubmint cheese?" Motherfucker almost knocked me over at the prospect of free gubmint cheese. Looks like he was paying attention to his nigga lessons after all.