Let the Beatings Begin
Mom has decided that I need to go for basic obedience... AGAIN. I've already been to two basic classes with two trainers and I think I did pretty awesome at both. I guess mom disagrees.
The other trainers were all about treat rewards. OMG, so am I! But mom complains that unless she has a pocket full of hot dogs I won't obey. Well, why should I? HELLO!!! No hot dogs!!!
Mother (I refuse to call her the affectionate "mom" at this juncture) says I need to become a gambler rather than a glutton and she needs to become a slot machine, not a vending machine. First, she's crazy. Second, what the hell has that trainer been instilling in her heretofore generous psyche???
The plan (mother's plan) is to begin basic obedience on Thursday evenings with Jerry. Eva like's Jerry; she told me so. But she says mom expects a lot when we are with Jerry.
*Pant pant pant* this is stressful already. I hope I
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My name is Orrin. I'm a big, white husky mix dog. I like you. I know we just met, but seriously, I like you already.