We finally deigned to let me put the collar on, and I have been paying for the indignity of the whole thing since. I have been beaten with a ball, had my arm pulled out of socket (figuratively) by a rope, and had someone try to get in my lap at the kitchen table.

We also had to go outside and be an insane pup, playing with a stick and chasing me around the yard for 10-15 minutes. I'd love to bottle her energy and take some to work with me.