Week three of attempting to train Zed, and no dice. However, I have noticed that she seems to listen better when I speak with a Cockney drawl. Go figure.
Once again, puppy food and rent rear their ugly heads, and I'm left pandering to the wise masses of the internet; anyone in need of a magician-slash-masseuse-slash-DJ-slash-fence? Please- think of the puppy. And my landlady!