Well-trained Sis

Henry picked up some of Cora's cereal this morning, held it up in the air, and said, "Speak, girl!"  Without a second's hesitation, she dropped to her little knees and said, "Woof!"  He fed her her little treat, then commanded her to sit, roll over, and play dead.  She performed each one perfectly.

I'm not sure whether to be surprised, pleased, or concerned that he has her that well-trained.  I thought they'd only played that game once before.  Maybe she's so eager to please that she'll do anything.  Or maybe she just likes puppies enough to play along.

In related news, she's eating the remainder of her breakfast in a corner on the floor, puppy style.  Poor little thing...