A class act

After missing two weeks of dog training with my enfant terrible, and a week running riot with my lovely friend Natascha's Schnauzer while I was in Vietnam, I didn't hold out much hope that Miss Scarlett wouldn't disgrace me at dog training. After all, this is the dog who ate her own dog behaviour and obedience training notes.

So I dragged myself out of bed, still sick, pulled some bits of meat off the chicken bones that I'd used for soup, tucked them in my treat bag thinking if ANYTHING was going to inspire good behaviour, that would, and headed off. 

We arrived to find an unusual situation. Instead of the normal class gatherings, people were either huddled of pacing, and there were some ominous looking little signs stuck in the grass. Signs that said things like SIT, HEEL, LOOSE LEAD, LEFT TURN, STAND, RIGHT TURN, LEAVE IT, COME, TRICK... Quaking in my requisite sensible dog training sneakers, I asked what was going on. 

And found out we'd turned up on test day, exam day, grading day or whatever you want to call it, having missed two weeks and done NO practice.

I nearly turned around and went home. We hadn't practised STAND or the turns. We'd not done LEAVE IT at all, although I was pretty sure she'd sit when asked if she didn't get distracted. So we lurked. And watched. And practised... And went second last.

And came top of the class!

Butter wouldn't have melted in her mouth, but chicken soup remnants did!

100% perfect. We heeled the whole way although it wasn't required, and even laid down on the nasty wet grass when asked!

As a reward, I'm letting Scarlett take over the blog tomorrow for TGIFF. Be sure to check back and see what she has to say.