|"What kind of treats do you have?"|
"The good ones, Cam. Promise."
"Show me the cookies!"
We got a treat for that. And she wasn't kidding - she had the ones we currently like. We offered to stay put while she worked from another angle:
|"How many more do you think she has?"|
"I'm not sure ... Mom? How many treats do you have left?"
"Umm ... lots. Really."
|"That didn't sound too convincing."|
"I know. If she takes one more step back, I'm diving off this wall."
Mom can sometimes read Maggie's mind and came and grabbed our leashes. She did have one more TINY treat left, so it all worked out OK.