January 19th 2010 9:10 pm
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Training tonight was a breeze. That knucklehead bulldog didn't show up. Mom and The Boss and Lisa had talked about him and decided he needed more than our group obedience class could offer him. The Boss says he needs "rehabilitation." It's sad because he's only 8 months old and already dangerous. She had thought about last week's class and said she's not willing to have that bad energy in the class. I was relieved about that because I know Mom didn't like his attitude. He looked like a big, stupid goof to me, but I'm just the little demo dog who snoozes in the corner.
It was also snowing up the hill from here where that nervous little border collie lives. She didn't make it to class. Mostly there were little dogs, three St Charles Spaniels and mixes plus a scruffy cock-a-poo and a german shepherd pup named "Baby." It was a mellow class. I just slept.
While Mom is learning how to be an assistant trainer, she is noticing how hard it is for people to pick up on some of the basics. The Boss gives clear instructions and she and Lisa go around and help everybody, but still, some people struggle on basic stuff. (Right now, Mom and I are just observing.) I reminded Mom that she was like that with me at first. It took her awhile to hold my leash right and make instructions clear enough for me to understand what she wanted. I just needed her to figure it all out. Now, we're both awesome. I look at all of those people and their dogs struggling and think, hey, they could be just like me. I send the other dogs good vibes and tell them to be patient with their people, it just takes them time to learn.
Even though we are far along mom feels like that with the new class we started. It is a diffrent trainer with diffrent ways and it is hard to adjust. Plus with mom's disabilities she has developed her own way of doing things that work for us......
I think it is great your mom is learning all this.