We used to have a Rottweiler named Bogie. We had him for about ten years. He was a great dog. But even Bogie would listen to Rich better than he would to me. If Bogie ran out front and I yelled, “Bogie! Come!” he would look at me, tongue hanging out of his mouth, and continue on his way. If Rich said the exact same thing, he didn’t even have to yell the words… that dog would cower, head drooped, and come right to Rich’s feet.
It’s not fair.