And that mixed retriever. And that other dog next to us. The one with the issues.
All three did a perfect “down” in class last night. Time after time.
Winston and I weren’t so lucky.
Winston just didn’t get it. And I can’t say I blame him. Why should he get in a “down” position? It doesn’t make sense. Sitting, we get. Downing, not so much.
Wonder if we’ll graduate?
Don’t worry my little Scottish friend, you’re doing just fine.