Melly gets some weird ideas, I think there is something wrong with her brain. She’s not exactly crazy, but she’s not exactly not crazy, if you know what I mean. A new crazy thing she’s gotten into her head is that I, Garibaldi Caplin Rous, am going to press a little button every time I want a treat.
Melly actually got me four buttons. The black one sounds like a cow, the red one sounds like a rooster, the brown one sounds like a horse and the especially annoying orange one sounds like a dog barking. If you feel like tormenting your pets, children, spouses or co-workers, you can buy a set of these farm animal buttons. Melly and I actually got a set for Dobby(e) Winnick for his 4th birthday. Sorry, Dobby.
I wish I could say that I put up a noble fight, that I didn’t give in immediately to the promise of treats, but I would be mostly lying. At our first button session, Melly was holding a huge head of the most delicious looking endive and she would only give me a bite if I put my nose on the button. It seemed harmless at the time.
I had to give in. But not all the way. If you watch the video below, you’ll see I am battling against the button even now.
Me Against the Button
Okay, okay. I’ll press the button to get a treat, but only if Melly is holding it. It’s not a magical button, you know. It doesn’t create those treats by itself. I know all the treats come from Melly so what’s the point of pushing the button if she isn’t holding it? Also, isn’t she a tad bit lazy? I mean, I’m doing all the work, is it too much to ask that she just hold the button?