There I was waiting for my dinner when Mom started the "Wanna go to puppy class? Do ya?" business. Oh, man, not again. Treats are packed, on goes the leash, into the truck and off we go...you know, I thought we were done with that. So, the class was really big and there were a lot of puppies there and some new ones from other classes. So, I listened to Mom, the instructors were ga-ga and then they asked me to go with a couple of the Charmin puppies AND the new, black, throw-myself-upside-down-I'm-so-mad-at-this-leash-thing puppy to the off-leash playroom--the instructor wanted ME to show HIM how to play. All he'd done so far was bark and lunge at everyone. We got to our play place and as soon as the leashes came off, he got in my face and barked like some bangee demon dog, then he jumped at me and on me and hey, I'm willing to play with anybody but he didn't seem to get it--Buddy, you are messing with the wrong puppy here! A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do so I gave him my bitchy scary snarly Back Off Jack look and they put the leash on him and took him out. End of playtime, jerk and told me what a great girl I am. The Charmin puppies are sweet, smaller than me and a lot more fun to play with. I just hate to be ugly when I'm such a beautiful Shiloh. Peace out Mr. Pit Bull. Chill.
Well, I have to work on my loose leash walking--it's pretty boring but I do have my reputation to maintain.
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