The Werewolf went back to school today.
Well, Quinnie, had a set of classes many months ago. And she made it to 4 out of the 6 classes in the session. Mostly she did ok, but stays were our arch nemesis. But work and other important things (taking Moofie to the Classic) got in our way, and I missed the last 2 classes. So yes, that set of classes ended in December of last year.
Since then, she's been a great pet, but no training. None. We've gone to the vet a couple of times, and went swimming in a puppy buyer's swimming pool.
Wait, the girls took her to one of the two sessions, where they were supposed to learn how to handle a dog. Ramona was too much, so I brought Quinnie the next week. So the girls did a little work with her that day.
But other than that, she's pretty much been hanging around playing with her toys, and sharing Babsy's retired life.
But not today. Today, we started our Advanced Class -- for dogs that have completed Foundations 1 (which making it to only 66% of the classes last year, not sure if that really counts. But we signed up for it anyway.
There were a bunch of dogs: a very nice sable long haired GSD bitch; Dozer, the pit bull, that I have been to classes with before; A pretty 8 month old Golden Retriever rescue; A springer spaniel with a Hillary bandana, whose owner knows me from other classes; a very young Doberman; A poodle I wanted to strangle; and a Lab, and I think another dog. There were eight of us in all, but also a foundations 1 class going on in the other end of the room.
Quinnie was still not good with stays but much better than last year, even though we haven't worked on them at all. She was very good about not pulling. Her sits were awesome. Her come-fronts, good. Her downs got worse as the session went on. Her left finish was good. Right finish (around) wasn't, but I don't think we ever did it before, and she was getting it. So that was good.
We had fun. I wouldn't do the offer the pup a treat but don't let them have it unless they stop and look at you. It seems like teasing. All my dogs take treats carefully, so there is no snatch and grab here, so I am just not into that.
Somehow, I was able to get up, take care of everyone, clean the crate, move the dog food out of the car, move the shelf out of the back of the car -- it's a chevy sonic, and then put my work computer down under the floor and my shoes, put the back seats down, put the crate in the car and the dog food back in to keep the crate from moving, groom the werewolf and load her up, shower, drive to Painesville, go to class, drive home, drag the crate inside, and put the werewolf away, pull the dog food back out of the car, put the shelf, computer and shoes back in place, put the back seat up, put the dog food back in the car, get gas, drive to work, work for 7 hours, drive here, and watch the rest of the world series game 4. Go Tribe.
Other days, I am rushing out the door, running late for work, and just taking care of the critters before work.
Trying to get the werewolf ready for the Classic in Cleveland. Better check to see if I got her papers sent in yet.
Bear Cub, Hepsi-Pepsi
Cujo2, Karma Chameleon
Ramona the Pest, Kojak -- who loves you baby?
Tiny Tinnie, Susie's Uzzi, Kaiah -- The Baby Monster.