September 2nd 2008 11:11 pm
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So as usual, I only have time to write when Mom is in an "up-swing" coming out of her depressive state. Hopefully she doesnt swing to manic, but hey, she is Bipolar after all. BOL! So Mom is so proud of me. When we first began training, Mom tried to use the clicker, but I was affraid of it. I am a little dog and the clicker was loud, so mom just continued on with my training with out it...until now. Mom forgot treats the other day and we were working in Target, she was worried that I would need a reinforcer and she didnt have any with her. Needless to say, I was fine...that really is all in her head, but none the less she stressed greatly. We made it out of target without any problems of course, but mom decided she never wanted to be caught without a reinforcer again, so she decided, why not try the clicke again? I am older now, right? Well, so far so good. The clicker doesnt scare me anymore, and now I look for the click every time I sit down. Mom thinks I am funny becuase If she is not paying attention and forgets to click, I lay down and pout. But who can blame me really? I love to be told i am doing a good job. I work hard you know!