We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
That goldie wins first prize with an honors ribbon attached. Clear priorities and timely execution.
Left a few chunks of kielbasa but what the heck. Got all the toys, most of the food, mission accomplished.
"Finish line? I laugh at finish lines." thought the dog.
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You use food and anything you can think of as distractions in training, so that you can answer the question whether it's permitted to stop for distractions.
The answer is no.
If it hasn't come up before, the dog doesn't know the rule.