Puppy School

Wally performed well on day one of puppy school. All of the proud pet owners lined the room. The purse dog section was sanctioned to one portion of the room while those of us who had not considered poop size in our dog choice were seated at the other end. Our hounds squirmed, barked, chewed, evaluated each other. The purse dogs just sat in their owner's laps, happy, no biting, no chewing. The equivalent of little stuffed animals. When released to play they batted each other playfully utilizing excellent manners. The adult poodle the trainer brought in to teach manners to the puppies only scolded one little fluff ball the entire time. Our hound group however, was immediately attacked by the alpha frizz ball. She went from one to the next informing them with a snarl that NO they could not get all up in her business without asking politely. Even after asking politely they still would not be allowed. Labs apparently are not born with a need, want or respect for personal space. Wally respected this fine alpha lady. I think he might even have a crush. Carissa was bored to tears in puppy class and stared longingly at the docile purse dogs snuggled into their owners laps. I did however find her curled up on the floor snuggling Wally as he slept that afternoon. I think they'll be good friends after all.