Dad sez we praktiss "Selective Obedience"

But it'z gettin purdy ruff at PT Gathurinz -
Ded tellz ebberbuddy that we duz a *sit*, *shake*, or a *beg* ~
or it'z NO TREET!
Guess da daze of *JUMP* & *SNATCH* are ober!

His Furst Shepherd Casey (RB ) was the Master of "werkin"
for EBBERbuddie!
Dad's old company contracted for Conrail (the Railroad);
an Dad often went to Train Derailments to check on the radio equipment.
Captain of Police fur Conrail wuz wunna Casey's Best Buddies - (he'd
stop atta Shop every week - just to give her a treat!)

They went to a Bad Wreck wun day - Cap ran up an sed -
"I need the DOG - right NOW! C'mone, Casey - HEEL"
An off they went... Dad jest <shrugged>

Hour later, Cap came over (less Dawg) to make a phone call
(LONG affore Cell phones invented)...
Dad said "WHERE'S CASEY!??"

Cap sez "Don't sweat it - she's *werkin*!
"Guarding" a boxcar full of TVs & Stereos -
looters were haulin em off by the truckload!"

Dad went back with the Captain - and There She Was...
alternating between a *down* and a *sit* inside the busted up boxcar.
If someone approached - she sat up and *stared* till they backed off;
then went back to *down*!
Cap was a happie campur - he'd "marked" the exposed cartons before
he left Casey in charge - an she hadn't "lost" a one!

She got "paid off" the next week -
Cap showed up at the Shop with a GIANT Dairy Queen Strawberry Sundae!

Dad sez we gotta Long Way to Go to match ole Casey!

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