You should by now be humming “Obedience school dropout” to the tune of “Beauty School Dropout” from Grease or at least that’s how it works in my head.
When Potter was a puppy I signed him up for obedience school. I knew that he was going to be a very large dog and that he needed to learn how to walk on a leash, come when called, etc. The school we used was in Clayton, GA (there didn’t seem to be such a school in Franklin) and was organized into month-long classes that if taken in sequence ought to result in an obedient canine. In the very first class, the instructor made a critical comment about Potter and an enemy of Ro(BB)ie (that’s a stretch on the BB I realize….). I wasn’t able to attend the final session of the first class in the sequence and Ro(BB)ie refused to take Potter (also needs a BB link…) and thus Potter became and obedience school dropout.
Fast forward. I’m trying to walk a dog and push a stroller. There are many other dogs in this neighborhood. There are many squirrels in the neighborhood (especially now that the morning weather is so very pleasant).
This is my view.
Potter only looks like he’s behaving but BB will tell you otherwise.
I’ve had the following conversation about 5 times in the last 3 days:
BB: “Diddy’s (one of Potter’s many nicknames) bad!”
Me: “What does he do that is bad?”
BB: “He chase squirrels and dogs!”
Me: “What should we do about it?”
BB: “Put Diddy in TIME OUT!”