Puppy class started Tuesday night. Since it was the first night, there were no puppies, just people.
I canâ€™t take classes for a reason. That reason? I get too involved in the people in my class. I look at them, I listen to them, and then I analyze and critique them until Iâ€™ve completely tuned out everything else in the class. And if Iâ€™m not doing that, Iâ€™m falling asleep, which is a whole different post.
My class will have six dogs in it; three that are boxers. Iâ€™m already in love with the guy that has the 5-month old boxer named Bruno. I havenâ€™t even met his dog, so our relationship canâ€™t be that solid yet, but this is the second time heâ€™s taken the class. And heâ€™s only had the dog for three months. If that doesnâ€™t scream commitment, I donâ€™t know what does. It also screams adorable, because what guy with a 5-month old puppy isn’t adorable?
Iâ€™m scared of the very tiny lady that has a 120-pound lab/St. Bernard mix, because the very first question she asked the trainer was, â€œDexter doesnâ€™t like dogs. Do you think that will be a problem?â€ It is a problem for me, so I will not be sitting by her next week, that is for sure.
Naturally, I have high expectations for my dog. He comes from a brilliant home, so why wouldnâ€™t I? Weâ€™ve also been practicing and can already do sit, shake, down, and hug. Yes, I taught my dog to hug. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, thankyouverymuch.