Pages

Monday, August 22, 2011

Test time.

Now, no one told me that there'd be a test involved.  I'm starting to freak out.
I've been "auditing" a class (well, at least I thought I was auditing one), and everything was going great until I heard Elle tell Abe about a test on Thursday.  A test?  When were they going to tell me?  Shouldn't that be on a syllabus or something.  Granted, I can't read much, but still.  Notice would be nice.  I'm all nervous now.

They say I've got to test for Canine Good Citizen training.  Apparently, this is like a big freaking deal.  If I fail this, I can't do all the other stuff Elle wants me to do like therapy dog stuff where me and my posse go around and sniff old people.  OK, playing with little kids at some children's hospital might be fun, too.  Old people?  Not so much.  Well, unless they've got treats or forget to eat their Jello or something.  Maybe I can make a killing at the old folks home.

Wait a minute.  That doesn't sound right.  Crud, I wish my dew claws worked better because I'd probably delete that.  Anyway... no I'm not advocating killing old people.  What do you take me for?  Sigh.

OK, so this test is on Thursday and it involves greeting strangers, sitting, staying, coming, down, being separated for three minutes, and other tasks as assigned.  If I pass, then I can go to the class I've been dying (damn...) wanting to go to which is the agility training.
Can't you see the inherent skill there?  Anyway... Thursday approaches, and there's a whole bunch of new people in town.  You think maybe it's because they're taking the test too?  Crap.  I didn't think of that!  The pressure is on now!

1 comment:

  1. You'll nail it, sweetheart. Did you like the cookies?

    ReplyDelete