Back to class

Hey everybody! Squirmy Wormy here on another marvelous Monday! The start of another week of walking, playing, eating, biting, ricocheting and causing chaos!

Now we know that I’ve been getting a bit of a bad rap recently because of the broken hand thing and the chipped iPhone. But really – neither of those actions was done deliberately. Well- I guess the jumping and ricocheting were deliberate, but I didn’t do them to cause trouble. It’s just my joyful personality that explodes from within and I can’t control what my body does. I didn’t anticipate the outcomes.

So imagine how nervous My Enforcer was yesterday- when I was going to my first ever Rally Obedience class! We were joining a group that had previously been meeting – so we and one other team (a pretty Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and her human) were the class newbies. I think I might have been the youngest one there too.

My Enforcer was kinda glad we were newbies and I was the youngest – because she had an excuse if I was my regular wild self. I came in and was a bit inquisitive about the other dogs for like 10 seconds when suddenly, My Enforcer pulled out her secret weapon. A cheese string. One whiff of that thing, and she pretty much had my attention for most of the class. When we had to go up and practice a course, I stuck to her like dog hair on a fleece jacket. I strutted my stuff and almost looked like I knew what I was doing.

A couple of the girl dogs didn’t know quite what to make of me. The class has 4 girls and one other guy, They were no doubt impressed with my rugged shaggy appearance- because thankfully, My Enforcer forgot my barrette. I like going without a barrette because with my hair over my eyes, nobody can tell when I’m staring at them. And trust me, I did check everyone out!

There was just one problem in the class- which is the typical problem in all this training stuff. The handler. We dogs just listen and wait to be told what to do. And 9 times out of 10 – it’s the handler that makes the mistake. And yesterday, my handler made a big mistake. She forgot I’m a newbie and was treating me like The Boss – who knows all this stuff- and doesn’t need lots of rewards. But I’m a baby – and I need rewards. Even our teacher told My Enforcer to give me a treat!! I later realized she had only brought ONE cheese string – so she was trying to ration it. Don’t worry – she had plenty of other treats – which of course I like too – but those cheese strings are THE best thing I’ve ever had. She’ll have to stock up on the cheese strings the next time.

So all in all, My Enforcer was very pleased with how I did in my first class. She told me she was proud of me! So I guess I have redeemed myself. For now. We’ll see how long I stay in the good graces. It IS just Monday…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

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