He got his oatmeal and aloe bath last night. He got his flea/tick and heartworm preventions this morning. About 5:30 this morning I had no more than let them out when an EMT unit with lights going used the drive as a turn around. A bit later a dump truck stopped out front for no apparent reason.
He and Missy have taken up obsessive tree rat watching. Especially annoying to them is a chipmunk who runs along the front of the house causing them to charge from the yard gate into the house to the front door and back and forth and back and forth.
Then there was a thunderstorm which doesn't bother him, but Missy doesn't like them so he had to comfort her. AND, on top of all that, he had class tonight.
Last week's group was there with the addition of a five month old yellow Lab (named Chester and if ever a name fit!). Romeo moved to the head of the class tonight being used as a good example! I had trouble with that - not being used to "good" dogs.
The big Rotty was still a very good dog but he took the "sit - stay" to an extreme. When he was called, he just sat. Romeo was a charm again. I wondered about the "sit-stay" but he never moved as I walked about 20 feet away, waited for the instructor's ok and called him. I simply said a quiet "come," and he did - happily! Talk about rubbing it into the others.
He'd been picked to go first because the instructor thought he'd be the best example, and he was. He was left to sit longer than the others while the instructor explained what was going on.
My experience is that much of these classes deals with what you do with a dog who "won't."
Several times Romeo was referred to as a good dog easy to train. I never said a word!
Of course, Romeo made friends with the Lab and his owner, a small woman by the way but one who knows dogs.
The instructor got in Romeo's face again and got licked - served him right.
There are two old car seats in the room for couches. When the instructor said class was over, Romeo hopped up on one cracking up the place. He was asked if he wanted a television, too. Romeo just smiled and wagged, and we went home for the pack to mug him. The little girl was there again, and Romeo paid no more attention to her than to any of the other people.
He's now passed out behind my chair with Jake curled between his legs. I'd get a picture, but the camera is in the other room, of course, and if I turned it on anyhow, the stupid bells would cause them to move.
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