In city residence while The Chairman and family vacation, Hoocher quickly established his urban territory. You almost could hear the dance master counting … one, two, three, lift … one, two-three lift as he marked his turf. By the way, Ms. Chairman, Hoocher has become accustomed to a treat when he reenters the house. I’m sure you’ll want to continue the practice.
We had dinner guests Saturday night, and Hoocher was on his best behavior. He was pals with everybody—especially the husband and wife who train dogs as a hobby and produced treats from their pockets. While Hoocker’s company manners were impeccable, we put him in another room to avoid a “situation” with appetizers on the coffee table, at which he was staring too intently—and closely.