This morning, when I was trying to work, Flash was being a pain, whiny and playing snake dog around my knees.
He finally rolled on his back and lay there, waiting. I got the message. He wanted a belly rub. He wanted affection. He wanted attention.
I stopped when I was doing, turned my chair so I was in the proper position and proceeded to rub his belly for a good two minutes, praising him whole time.
“Aren’t you a good boy? Who’s the best boy in the whole world?”
When I was done, he got up and trotted off, satisfied.
I was left with his lesson of the day: when you want attention, ask for it.