So, Sunday morning Steve watched Tarzan testing Clair for 90 minutes. All he had to do was put his paw on a plastic bowl. Peggy finally 'cheated' and helped him do it. Silly me, I went home, got out the glass bathroom scale and Steve tested me for 70 minutes. What is so bad about touching a scale? I cheated and positioned his paw and I lost face. But, half an hour later I got some treats, put one on the scale, said OK and Steve ate it. He saw I had more treats and went for my hand, putting a paw on the scale, got the treat and then realized he had put his paw on the scale and almost jumped back, having lost face. End of test. Tuesday evening I got the dreaded scale out again and some treats and this time managed to have him put one paw on, got a treat, he put the second paw on, got another treat and I called it quits. Some dogs just know when they need to get paid before they perform, even though he really likes me, I think.