|Barked: Sat Jan 24, '09 10:05am PST |
|Well, I was 1 1/2 when I adopted my mom. The sister of the man who brought me to Atlanta from New Orleans offered to pay for an obedience class if my mom wanted to take me. Well, my mom figured, hey, it's free - why not?!
Since I'm a timid girl and wasn't used to PetSmart, my first day didn't go very well. I hid under my mom's chair the entire time and the clicker scared the bajeebees out of me (since I was already under the chair, my mom didn't know the clicker was bothering me, too). The trainer told everyone to take the clicker home and practice what was learned in class that day. Well, my mom thought I would do much better in my own environment, so off we went. Well, when we got home, my mom started the clicker training. It was then she realized I didn't like the clicker. She called the trainer and was told to just throw out the clicker and use a word instead. My mom picked a word and tried to continue with the training. Well, she then discovered I was still stressed. Whenever my mom would give me a command, I would hide because I thought the clicker would follow Needless to say, we had to stop training until I got myself together.
Once my mom saw I was no longer stressed and she could give me commands without me cowering, she contacted the trainer to see if we could try taking the class again. We did and this time we didn't use the clicker. People around us were using it, but it didn't bother me. I didn't hide under the chair this time either. I did VERY well as a matter of fact. Unfortunately, we didn't continue to the next level because my mom just couldn't afford it. She decided to just home school me
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