Life with Lycan
Lycan was exhausting to train. He fought everything every step of the way and I always ended up feeling like an incompetent boob. He also would seemingly forget things as soon as he learned them, and even walking him could wear me out, so I finally gave up and sent him to a training center for 30 days. I figured the experts would have no problems getting him into shape. I called yesterday to check up on him.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m calling about Lycan. How’s his training going?”
Long silence, then, in a tone of utter exhaustion:
“My Lord, that dog’s hard headed.”
I fell much better now.
My furs are not in storage, nor draped across the bed. They're peering out the kennel door just waiting to be fed.