“Sit.”

The dog stared at the treat in her hand with intense interest. Interest that had nothing to do with her words or any other motion that didn’t move the treat.

“Sit.”

Trying again with the same thing didn’t make a noticeable difference. She sighed, but tried again.

“Listen. Sit.”

Finally, the dog moved. He walked behind her and stood there. She turned around and showed him the treat again. He didn’t try to take it from her hand, but still waited patiently. In a last ditch effort to make this work without actually having to make him sit herself, she walked forward to crowd out his space.

“Sit.”

He sat.

“Good sit.”