I had my first day at school last week – puppy training classes. This is where we went…
The good news? I wasn’t expelled.
The bad news? Well, there isn’t any really. I was actually very good.
We were taught how to sit, lie down, and walk on a loose lead. All done with the encouragement of treats. Well, I ask you, which self-respecting Labrador isn’t going to do those simple tasks when there’s food involved? And. though I say it myself, I was particularly good at walking on a loose lead. But then I have been practising walking to heel with no lead at all during my daily walks in the woods.
I was slightly concerned to hear though that the food rewards are going to be gradually withdrawn once I have learned the trick. Hmmm. Not sure what I think about that.
Before we started the class we spent some time socialising with the other puppies. I particularly liked “Pickle,” another Labrador. You couldn’t call her a yellow or a white Lab though. She was a lovely creamy colour with a coffee coloured back. She was beautiful and we played a lot. But she was also much smaller than me which was interesting considering she is only six days younger than I am. Mum and Dad said that it proved one thing; that all the people who kept saying “He’s going to be a big boy,” were obviously right.
Pickle was very different to me in another way too, according to M & D. When told to sit she did do gracefully and with her legs tucked in – very proper – like a ballerina. M & D said that I, on the other hand, looked like a gangly teenager. Less like Nureyev, more like Goofy.
Angus
