Mad Max Trainer Fling Upd ◉

Velvet Lash screamed as her own prized Pomeranian trotted over to Max and offered a paw.

Max picked up the Pomeranian, tucked it into his jacket, and looked at the defeated gang. “Training isn’t breaking. It’s speaking. And you,” he added, tossing a bag of dehydrated liver treats to Scrotus Jr., “need to start with basic sit-stay. No more spare tires.” Mad Max Trainer Fling UPD

“Positive reinforcement,” Max said. “Not ‘no.’ ‘Wait.’ Not ‘attack.’ ‘Settle.’” He clicked a small metal clicker he’d salvaged from a pre-apocalypse pet store. Giblet’s ears perked. Velvet Lash screamed as her own prized Pomeranian

“Turnip. Protocol ‘Good Boy.’”