What a difference a week can make.Today was dog school. I didn't want to go. I knew we were going to be at the bottom of the class again. As I mentioned before, Norma Jean just wasn't putting it all together. The words I was saying didn't have any meaning to her. Sometimes she'd follow my hands, other times she would spin or wander off or just tune out. Rob, the big meanie, said we had to go to class and couldn't play hookie.
We got to school, walked into the classroom and took our seats. The teacher asked "Whose dog will go down by voice only with no hand signals and no bending down?" No one raised their hand, so I don't know why, but I raised mine. She had never done it.
The weather is nice today, so everybody played outside for a while. Bailey brought Monkey out with her. I wouldn't let him come out yesterday when it threatened rain. No one wants a soggy monkey.