Funny story: this past weekend we were trying to get Elke to fetch my purse. She can get papers, the newspaper, a book, a remote, keys, a spoon, bring you her bone out of her crate, put one in there, etc.
Now she has had "chewing on fabric" issues from day one, which we gotten after her for. So she would nose the purse, but she wouldn't pick it up. We're encouraging her, "Elke, I can't get it! Bring it here!" No way. I can see her internal conflict.
Winger is standing there, like, "Ooooooooooooh, myyyyy, God, there is FOOD involved and they want SOMEONE to DO SOMETHING! What do I dooooo?" So very anxious to please but totally clueless. Jesse is lying down in the corner, basically ignoring the whole thing..
This is been going on for about 5-7 minutes and I'm getting ready to tell Marty to let her get something she knows, so he can end the session on a high note.
Marty is speaking in this really happy encouraging tone, "Bring it her, girl, bring it here!" when all of a sudden Jesse heaves herself up, cone and all, grabs the purse, and throws it at Marty's' feet.
Her unpsoken dialogue: "HERE!, A------e!" (Fill in the blank.)
She gives Elke and Winger a dirty look and lays down.
Who says old dogs can't learn new tricks?