Had a dog named Kola, big boy, part Shepherd, part Retriever, maybe some 75 pounds of muscle and drool; just the coolest dog in the world, but he never just laid down - he'd just throw himself to the ground.
So, whenever he'd be acting up and we wanted him to settle down, we'd tell him, "Kola, throw down" - and he'd just 'whumpf!' on the floor.
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