The Dog Trainer Cometh

Willoughby and I had our first private training lesson today. Willoughby is exhausted. I'm a little pooped myself. I found a wonderful trainer through my dog groomer- they've partnered to offer a group training class at the dog salon. I called to get Willoughby into the class but when I described his past and his little quirks, she was hesitant to throw him into group class and risk him running howling from the room. So, I signed on for a private "evaluation and training" session, forked over a day's worth of pay, and braced myself for chastisement. After all, I let my dog jump on the couch, sleep on the bed, and turn my gym headband into his newest chew toy. Thankfully, I learned that these things are okay! They just need to be MY idea. Well, the headband wasn't my idea, but I'll chock that up to being stupid enough to leave my headband on the floor- The "freezone," as it's now termed. So we worked on sit, stay, no, and good boy! (You have to say it like a teenage girl squeeking on speed- good boy!!) And praise the lord, he's been accepted to group class. Great news for me since five group classes costs less than two private classes. Plus, I don't feel like my kid is being left behind the rest of the class. So, group lessons begin on January 31st, and until then we shall sit, stay, no, and good boy ourselves into perfection!!!