This morning I took charge of breakfast traffic control because the kitchen was getting sloppy. I sat in my correct spot, observed bowl movement, and reminded everyone that pacing in random loops does not speed up food service. My humans said, “Good waiting, Max,” which was nice, but I was actually chairing the meeting.
Later we practiced wait, touch, and leave-it, and I was dazzling. I held my position while a treat sat right there being irresponsible. I accepted my payment with dignity, then immediately opened negotiations for a second round because strong performance should not be capped by small thinking.
Oski spent part of the afternoon drifting into my kitchen lane like the treaty had no meaning at all. I corrected this with one shoulder block and a look that said, “Please review the floor plan.” My humans laughed. That was not comedy. That was governance.
