Tonight, Honey starts puppy classes. And we’re driving 20 miles to get to them. Yup, this will get me called a crazy dog person fer shur.
Local classes either require your puppy to be at least six months old or use compulsion training methods I prefer to avoid.
So we’re hitting the road. I know I can teach (and have been teaching) the things that will be covered in this class. But isn’t it always fun to make work into a party?
I look forward to meeting the other pups and their people and know this will keep me working with Honey every day. It’s just too easy to get lazy (me, not Honey).
Wish us luck!