He Who Has the Most Toys - WINS

Well then, I guess you all should call me Vic (short for Victorious - NOT for Michael Vick!) because I have the most toys.  I have them carefully arranged in three different piles, one pile having sections A and B.  One pile is on my crate and ex-pen area, one is on the floor, and the other is on the couch.  The floor pile contains those on the rug in front of the couch, as well as those carefully hidden under the couch behind the blanket. 

And nobody is ever to touch them.  I have my own plan and arrangement, and I hate it when things are misplaced or moved.  It's very difficult finding exactly the right spot for the right toy at the right time, and I agonize over the placement of each and every one - woe to anybody (like the FM) who accidentally moves one.  I get myself into a real snit and immediately get up to put it back where it belongs.  The only time she's supposed to help is if one falls off the couch while I'm playing with it - then she's allowed to pick it up for me. 

Apart from that one little thing, I think I've been fairly successful at training her.  She knows now that I have to have a treat to go out the door, and another to come back in (even when I'm really desperate to go in, I wait patiently for her to remember that I never cross a threshold without a reward).   She also knows that I get one whenever I pee or poop outside, and I'm working on reminding her to give me a treat every time I stop and look up at her too.  She's been a little slow to catch on to that, but hey, she's old, so I'll give her a break. 

And people wonder why I'm exhausted at night!