June 23, 2013
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What We Did Saturday
Cheryl and I went to our Holly Class at PetSmart Saturday morning. We are pretty good at the class. We've taken it twice before. Cheryl says we have not progressed beyond intermediate because a.) we are unable to behave in a peaceful and sociable matter around certain other dogs (little, old, too high-strung) and we are unable to walk into PetSmart to meet Holly without the use of our Gentle Leader.
We hate our Gentle Leader.
We rub up affectionately against Cheryl's leg, pretending love and affection, when in fact, we are trying to rub off our Gentle Leader.
Without the Gentle Leader, we lunge and jerk and pull and behave badly.
We cannot pass our Canine Good Citizen test wearing a Gentle Leader.
Sometimes we hate it so much we stop dead in the middle of the road and start digging at our face for all we're worth. We would turn inside out if we could. We hate, hate, hate the Gentle Leader.
Not quite enough to behave well without it...
...but we may get there yet.
There are 5 other dogs in our class. There is Sophie. We like Sophie. She's like us. And there is Lucy. Lucy is short and thick and easy-going and we like her. There are the puppies, who are both huskies and don't have a lick of sense between them, but we kinda/sorta don't mind them any more. And there is Vinnie. Vinnie is evil. Vinnie is so small we can hardly see him and he's a poodle. We hate poodles. At first we thought we would like to eat Vinnie, but Cheryl and Holly both say no, we can't do that. Now we would just like to meet him. They won't let us do that, either.
In our class we played a stupid game where the people shout 'heel...heel...heel..." while waving Lickety Sticks in our faces and we walk past all of the other dogs in class. One of the puppies came over and nose-kissed us. Ordinarily we would object to that, but hey--he's just a kid. We let it go, this time. We were supposed to 'sit' while the dogs all heeled by sucking Lickety Sticks. I told Cheryl, I'm not sitting. This floor is hard and it's hot in here and I'm not doing it.
"She's lost her mind," Cheryl said to Holly.
Then we put on long strings and ran down aisles and every time we found something interesting, Cheryl would shout, "Leave it!" and then "Annie, come." I guess that was fun for her. She got all happy and gave me a whole handful of treats because one of the interesting things I left was Vinnie.
And then we went home, and we helped Nancy work on the chicken pen all afternoon. I thought maybe I could go inside the pen and smell a hen or two, but both Nancy and Cheryl said no.
I never get to have any fun here.
This is me helping Nancy.
