Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Graduate.

Me and my diploma.
I've graduated.  Yep.  From my first dog obedience class.  Of course, I've run circles, jumped around, over and nearly through the competition.  It's not a competition, really, but as I've said on more than one occasion, when you've got it, you've got it.  I heard Abe talking with another "owner" in class where that "owner" of a lesser dog said that I'm really intelligent.  Of course, I spoke with her "ownee" and of course he said, "I'm with stupid."  Because isn't all dog obedience really "owner" training?  Do you think Abe and Elle are getting me to do anything I don't already want to do?

"Jackaroo, crate."  Yes, I go into the crate, but hasn't it dawn on these feeble-minded owners that going into the crate was exactly what I wanted to do?  It is my bed, after all.

 For the record, I did knock the hurdle over this time, but I'm not infallible.

Here's to a lazy Sunday!

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