KING LAMB CHOPS

King LHer name was Rosa and her German shepherd was King. At least that’s what it said on the dog’s rabies and shot records when they enrolled at The Rover Reform School. “But,” she told us in heavily accented English “We call’a him Lamb Chops for short.”

The first lesson was to get the dogs to look up when they heard their names and to sit. Rosa’s German shepherd never looked up and didn’t sit. But this was only the first day of class. A week of homework and practice usually brought about a lot of changes.

The following week, King Lamb Chops still didn’t look of when the teacher called his name.  Either of them. And he didn’t sit. Even with the promise of treats.

The teacher asked Rosa, “Have you and King – or Lamb Chops – been practicing?”

Rosa patted him and replied,” Oh yes. He does-a everything all right at home.”

The teacher showed him another treat. “King, sit.”

King Lamb Chops drooled at the teacher’s feet. But he didn’t sit.

“Lamb Chops, sit.”

Still nothing.

“What do you at home, Rosa?”

Sette,” Rosa replied.

In less than a second, King Lamb Chops sat.

Rosa beamed. The teacher smiled. King Lamb Chops had learned his lessons in Italian.

“Perfect,” the teacher oohed. “You know, dogs in other countries speak other languages. You can use your Italian words here at Rover Reform. King Lamb Chops doesn’t understand  English.”

“How could’a dat be? “Rosa frowned. “He was born in America.”

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  1. So funny! Lucy knows “naughty” even when I don’t speak. One of my (withering) stares and she gets “down” and mumbles under her breath.

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