We're back from the last "Bad Dog Class" (marketed as "Adult Basic," but we knew better), and not only did Rhys graduate, he took a prize for the longest "sit-stay." We could have gone on longer, but everybody was so congratulatory, we got distracted.
So I have a dog who can "sit-down-sit-stand-down-sit" pretty quickly (though not as precisely as the dog who took THAT prize), can "sit-stay," can "heel," and even refrain from pulling whilst in class, and is just bright as a button, and then goes home and barks till we all want to pull our hair out -- or at least get in a mass and pretend we're sheep and do whatever he wants -- and nips at our heels until we all want to pull our hair out -- or at least get in a mass and pretend we're sheep and do whatever he wants -- and considers himself the boss of the house, and can't be trusted not to pull when we're walking down the street. Cause he has an agenda. Unless we're in class, where his agenda, being to do whatever he has to do to get the CHEESE, is MY agenda, cause I have opposable thumbs.
But he's got a prize from obedience class.
It was stuffed toy. Within five minutes he had the squeaker and most of the stuffing out.
Life's good, for corgis.
And lord knows they're entertaining.
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Daisy says, *Go Rhys!*
Porky barks at all passers-by when we're outside having pee breaks. She barks at anyone who happens to walk past one of my windows. She barks when someone knocks on any door in the apartment complex, or when someone is speaking in audible tones outside the apartment, or when the wind blows too strongly. She is A Fierce Protector. She is driving me Batshit Insane.
Just wanted to say I (somewhat) feel your pain. I know that my situation is way-different because my dog weighs as much as one of your dog's toys.
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