....you may well find a pair of otherwise normal adults attempting to teach a giant white fluffball to come when she's called. Those strange animal-like howls you may hear are not, as you may fear, a grizzly bear on heat, but me and Sylvie lamenting Belle's alarming tendency to disregard our carefully-formulated instructions ("Come!" "Sit!") in favour of more exciting options, like chewing a twig or attacking a falling leaf.
Oh well, she's still only 11 weeks old. I suspect that when I was 11 weeks old, I didn't come or sit either.
