Little One’s Adventures: Graduation

Hello everyone! What’s shakin’?

So. Something big happened. I graduated!

From dog training classes, that is.

You see, my writer decided that I was barking too much. I know. Craziness, right? I mean, I only bark whenever necessary. What does she expect me to do when a dog, cat, bird, kid or fox comes into my yard? Sit there and wag my tail? I don’t think so! I have a yard to protect and protect it is what I’ll do!

But she decided that I was barking too much so she signed me up for training classes. At first I wasn’t too sure about it. I was in a new place and there was another dog and the other dog was bigger than me. I sat on my writer’s feet for a little while in the beginning. But once the trainer stopped talking, she started working with the other dog and me and… we got treats! It was glorious!

It was all so easy! Every week when we went to training I’d greet the trainer, sniff the other dog, get some attention from the other dog’s human and then it was treat time! Sure, I had to do things for them and “leave it” was kind of tough at first. But then I’d get the treat and it would all be worth it! I even decided that I’d humor my writer and not bark as much as I used to. If she doesn’t want to know that a bird is trespassing and flying over the yard, then fine. I won’t let her know.

Last week was the last training session. The other dog wasn’t able to be there, so it was just me. I got so much attention, you guys. It was wonderful! They gave me this cute little diploma that I would love to sink my teeth into. They also gave me a Frisbee to play with and it was filled with other tasty little tidbits. My writer also picked up a bag of my favorite treats from training and a few toys. It was nice that they thought about giving me something to celebrate. No one else got me a present. Not even a card to chew. Or a “Congratulations!” banner to tear off the wall and eat.

Just sayin’.