But no "Go!". *Not yet*
'Cos I was not supposed to. I was a short distance away from the front door. Mommy was about to open it for Daddy who was coming up (to our apartment). She told me to sit which I did....but not without some
whining complaints of course! How was I supposed to do a welcome dance sitting down BOL! I would rush to the door barking upon seeing Daddy, ignoring all of Mommy's commands to "SIT", "STAY" or "QUIET" -- it's my very own "Go!".
Pee-S: Notice one front paw was lifted? That's my signature stance when I am expecting something (about to happen).