White Dog said, "Really? This ragtag bunch? Do you really think you are going to get us to line up in a neat row like the von Trapp kids and step forward one at a time to speak a greeting? Are YOU feverish?"
"Give me a chance, White Dog! Everyone is very smart and you all already line up for duck jerky!" She sat proudly, "Boy, are you a glutton for disappointment!" "As you always tell me, White One, have faith!"
I gathered The Other White Dog, Another White Dog, Still Another White Dog and Yet Another White Dog front and center, then looked pointedly at WD to join us. She sighed. I opened the famous purple bag and instantly had everyone's attention. "You all must sit," I gave the familar command that lands every bottom on the ground without fail. Tails were wagging. I broke off little pieces and passed them out. "Good job!"
"All right, White Dog first, come!" I indicated a spot closer to me in front of the others. WD came and I rewarded her; but the others instantly moved forward to receive their treat. "No, I asked for WD," I gently said making everyone get back in line. We repeated this half a dozen times before everyone sat in position while White Dog moved forward. All were rewarded for this fine work. I put WD back in line with the others.
Everyone sat in anticipation. White Dog responded on cue and the others stayed in place! Eureka!
Tomorrow we will practice what we did today and maybe move on to calling out another pup. I know the training will take some effort but look forward with delight to the time when, like the Julie Andrews miracles in the movie, our White Dog Army will, one-by-one, step forward with confidence, greet the world and then blend back into our pack in perfect rhythm and harmony.
P.S. Steve is feeling much better today. Still on aspirin and headachy, but definitely on the road to Wellville!