Maggie likes to bark. Maggie has a lot of free time on her hands. This leads us to a not very fun combination for my back neighbors. Especially when Maggie gets the barkies at 4 AM on a Sunday morning.
Last night as I was preparing to go to bed and I was remiss in locking Maggie's dog door. I was awakened at 3 AM last night to what sounded like a dog pound in my backyard. Bark! Bark! Bark!
"Maggie, shuddap and get your ass in the bed!" I hollered to little avail.
I had to walk out and entice Maggie back in with an oatmeal creme pie. Like her father, she has a terrible sweet tooth.
Another great tool for coercing Maggie into minding is real fried bacon. Fry up a slab, crumble it, and it will last for days. This was the only real way I could teach Maggie to come when called dutifully.