Dog school

So you know how I took myself to Copa and went for walk to the Green Point Chapel and crematorium and Mum freaked out and I got in trouble and we have been doubling up on learning and stuff??

Today mum told me we were going to ........................

Bloody dog school!!!!!! AGAIN!!!


We have already been 3 times!!! Yes three times!!!

Don't you just hate it when humans follow up their threats.  They call it con-see-quen-ses.  I call it an fox trap memory.

At first I said
"Cough cough I am too sick to go to dog school"





And Mum said

" Look Rosie! Chooks are out"

"I'll help"

As soon as I said I knew I was doomed.







SO we went to dog school.

"Sit Rosie"

So I sat and Mum gave me some vintage tasty cheese!

"Lay down Rosie"

So I laid down and mum gave me some left over organic beef sausage!!!

"Stay Rosie"
I didnt know what she meant so whilst I was standing and thinking about it,  mum said " Good girl!!!" and gave me some of the best salami I have ever tasted.

And then it occurred to me what the whole problem was with this dog school.

Mum had been bringing the wrong food!

Well for the rest of the hour I taught mum that if I came to her or sat or got down or stayed or any of the other stuff  all the other dogs were doing she would give me some great food.

Mum was so happy and I was so happy for mum because she does find new tasks difficult, but I think she is learning very well with dog school and she may even get a certificate learning that when I command her by doing stuff she gives me food.

And that makes me the happiest hound in MacMasters Beach.

But we cant overdo it as mum gets too tired.