Puppy Kindergarten

My mom is making me go to this puppy school.  I don’t know if I like it or not.  In my class there are these two bitches.  Both labra-doodles. Frankly, they’re a little bit kooky for me.  One of them keeps jumping around, like a loaded spring, and barks at every noise.  The teacher says she’s very noise sensitive.  I think she’s nuts. 

The other one’s dad is scary.  He reminds me of a crime boss.  He had the dog (I forgot her name) on a short leash.  And his wife on an even shorter one.   His bark was amazing.  But he makes me a little bit nervous. 

Now that I think about it, maybe the class isn’t for us, but for our parents.  So far my mom has learned to make me look at her, (when she holds a dehydrated liver treat between her eyes, ha!). She’s learned to put a treat right above my head so I sit.  But I am not sure she’s got “heel” down.  

The class is okay, but the other puppy parents don’t let their puppies play off leash.  And the school has a cool playground and I love running around and playing on all the slides, and swings. 

Class is tonight.  I guess I’ll go.  The truth is I find it very tiring, and I get distracted pretty easily.  But I can’t wait to see what my mom learns this week.

Look at how well my mom holds that treat!  She's got this training down perfect!