I’ve been
attending obedience classes at the Huron Valley Humane Society. I wasn’t sure
what to expect! The other students were quite an assortment of dogs; a pit bull
and basset hound mix (a bassapit, a bassbull?) spaniel, labs and a tiny toy breed our
instructor dubbed “Killer.” I was the lone whippet of course.
One black
mongrel just set me off and we had several hostile barking exchanges. He was always
looking at me, ya now? Fortunately, Michael Burkey, the teacher (www.Michigandogtrainer.com)
switched our positions so I didn’t have to see his snarky face.
I felt that
I had to snap at all the other dog’s friendly overtures. You just never know
when they’re out to get you! This worry definitely had an impact on my
scholastic achievement. Even if I was being enticed with slices of Pupperoni and
baked liverwurst.
I did enjoy
my training neighbor, Killer. Who knows, we might even have played together in
another setting. I did eventually relax a little but it was a challenge.
The
training? I was barraged with commands:
“Leave it! Stay! Place! Lie Down!” Goodness, it took months to master
“Sit!” I’m not accustomed to following all these orders. At the Carjo’s we just
did as we pleased. And Kobe is such a naughty dog it doesn’t take much to look
like a canine wizard in comparison.
So, now that
class is over, back to the old routine. Now that I’m not in dog-filled room I guess it's not so bad trading my independence for some tasty snacks. Where’s
that liverwurst?
Toodles, Barcelona
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