And so it goes

Well, mom is starting to work with me on "fixing" my situation regarding the crate. Monday when I went to class, mom put me in the crate, completely covered, with a big meaty bone to chew. I was pretty happy because got... nothing, zilch, nada. Yup just me and my bone in privacy enjoying a nice relaxing chew. LOVE IT.

Sue had to work. ha,ha, ha,... after I was done with my bone, mom put me in the crate in the car until they were done. She is ordering a Manners Minder to take us "to the next step". Whatever that means.

Ruff night

I am not sure what happened. I went to work with mom on a Friday night, and while we don't normally work on Friday, it was much like any other night. Before class I was to play with this younger dog that needed some helps getting called back to his owner out of play. I must be honest, I didn't really enjoy playing with this dog. He was WAY too rough and in your face. I kept trying to let him know, but he would not listen. Mom said later that it was some of the hardest corrections I have ever given another dog... remember I am a lover not a fighter so this is not fun for me.

It just tapped me out. I went to my crate for the first class, but in the second class there was a little Boston Terrier that I REALLY wanted to know. Mom would not let me because she said I was too wound up. I started barking and could not stop. Eventually she put me in the back in a crate, and I just barked myself silly. She tried to DAP me, but it was too late. I was toast. Well over my threshold and emotionally spent, I guess. She felt sorry for me. I crashed once we got in the car and started home.

I am really sorry to have disrupted the class. I could not help myself. I am not a dog that demonstrates a lot of self control anyway. What fun it that? I am a live in the moment kind of kind dog; it is just mom usually does a better job of making those moments situations I can handle. This was not...