Monday, December 21, 2009

Am I annoying or is it everyone else?

So I have been going to class with mom to help out with demonstrating tricks and helping other dogs relax. I use to just sit in my crate quietly, but I have to be honest... I get bored. I need to work and play, so I have started barking. Julie and mom come over when I am quiet and give treats, but I still like to bark. Mom says I am annoying, but I really don't see it. I am just trying to be helpful and let her know that I ready to work whenever she needs me.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Stupid Pet Tricks are my life.

Kasey here! So I am not longer herding sheep. Mom said until I can "Get serious" and "stop acting like it is one big party" out there, I can't go back. She said that I do not have seriousness that is need to work. I agree with that. Why be serious?

A couple of months ago, my mom took me to a class at a place called Wags-n-Wiggles in Lombard, Illinois. The class is taught by Julie Oskerka. She teaching a class called Click Your Heels. It is for dogs that need focus around other dogs. Focus? Whatever! Anyway, I loved it because we did lots of free shaping. I am a shaping addict. I love it. It something in front of me and have a clicker in your hand, and I go to work. Mom thinks it has been really good for me because I am getting in touch with my working ability. I really don't think of it as work. We are now done with the class, and we help out with one of Julie's classes on Monday nights. Sometimes if there are friendly dogs in the class, I get to play afterward. Most of the time Mom brings Sue (ugh) and we play afterward. Most of the time during class I just sit in my crate and watch class, but after awhile, I gotta work so I just like to give a bark to let mom know that I am there. I have always enjoyed being helpful.


Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Party, Party, Party

Hye... Finally after all this time, I figured out how this computer works! :) Why let people write about me when I can write about myself.

What a weekend. That little person I live with that drops the food all the time had a birthday party. It was a crazy good time. It was at the dog training place that my mom works at. It was the best. 40 different people to pet me and throw a ball for me. Neither of the girls came, so everyone paid attention to me. Sigh... life it good.