My grandfather was a dog whisperer. He could train a dog (or a child, for that matter) with no harsher measure than sad disapproval and no greater treats than his beaming smile and slight nod. He didn’t even have to say, “That’ll do, pig.” Cats…
My grandfather was a dog whisperer. He could train a dog (or a child, for that matter) with no harsher measure than sad disapproval and no greater treats than his beaming smile and slight nod. He didn’t even have to say, “That’ll do, pig.” Cats…
