Obedience classes have been a long time coming.
We were originally signed up to start in July, however, one week before the beginning of classes, when we thought Simon was going to have his last set of shots, the vet announced that his teeth were not nearly where they where supposed to be for his age and declared him 3-4 weeks younger than what they originally had thought when someone brought him and his brother into the shelter as a little stray pup.
So, we had to cancel our registration and shift it to the next session when he'd be old enough and fully vaccinated.
I adore my dog, but I will admit that he's high energy, bossy and badly behaved at times. I know that these things are 100% in my hands, so I don't blame him. Obedience classes are more about guiding me than guiding him... Dogs are eager to please their parents, they just need to know what they need to do to please you. And in July I was desperate to get into a class and get some guidance.
However, a major problem at the time was also that he wasn't fully vaccinated so he couldn't go outside for walks. Once we got into our new apartment without carpeting, got him a bigger house and started him on a walk schedule he transformed.
That doesn't mean he doesn't sprout the devil horns every now and then.
Anyway, I was shocked at how amazing he did at his first day of obedience class. For some reason I thought we'd be with a bunch of other puppies and new puppy parents, but boy was I wrong. They were some dogs there that were as old as 5 years old! And terribly behaved, a LOT worse than Simon. I suppose that the bar has been set high by my family members and their exceptional dog training skills. My family has a thing for big dogs, as well as for rehabilitating strays, and I just assumed that all dogs were so happy, balanced and well-behaved as my extended families.
But no. Simon wasn't the best dog there, but he was pretty darn close. I would command him to sit and he'd listen, holding it for minutes at a time, looking up at me with his darling little eyes, as if to say, "Is this right, mamma?" while the other dogs barked, roamed and pulled on their leashes. I kept saying things like, "Yes! My perfect little baby you are so good!" and I think the other people thought I was insane. No one else talked up the baby talk quite as much as I did, but then again, there were few puppies there and maybe it's a puppy thing.
I am crazily obsessed with my dog. I have to admit. I just want to be with him 24/7, when I have to spend the day at school I miss him so much, I look at his photos and wish I could call him.... but yeah... puppies don't use the phone.
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