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A day in the life of the Peekster.

Peek's day of class

Last night was my first night of 'Advanced Puppy' class. When I graduated from 'Puppy' class momgave me a spa day...pink nails and all. Sometimes I think mom should have named me 'Casper'. All I want to do is play with other dogs...I don't care if they're short, tall, tiny, three-legged, ...heck no-legged. But there must be something about me. A dog will take one look at me and run away. Maybe it's mom. Maybe mom is hovering too close, maybe she is making scary faces at them. Getting back to the whole 'class' thing. Let me tell you what 'class' means. It means I have to put on this silly, tight, hot pink, belt-thing and get pulled in the complete opposite direction I want to go. Then I go into this room where I get to watch dogs (wearing the same silly thing) sit in front of their mom/dad. We all want to play, play, play. We watch eachother as our parents watch the class pet's (sorry, just had to)mom grab each of us one by one and make noises while waving something that smells good right in front of our noses. At times, one of us regonizes a sound and then makes a move that he has done before. After a few trys one of the movements is the one that gets that smelly thing in the mouth. Oh, that's not enough, now our parents are taking turns at making the same funny sounds. Each of us looks at the other and is hoping someone was taking notes. All I can figure out is we pups are sooo much smarter than our parents. Not once in all of my classes has the parents gotten a 'good-girl/boy...more importantly never a treat.