This hotel lobby has three different sizes of dog treats for me, canine toilet paper, and USA Today to shred.
Mommis has been gone for a week in Latin America with Uncle Ed and a bunch of people who don’t know us. Why she would be off touring dogs in other countries remains a mystery when she has me and Sammy waiting for her.
She tells us that in Santiago dogs don’t have to wear clothes and can self-walk in the business district.
But in Buenos Aires, they walk in packs and poop in fenced runs. Don’t they look miz? I guess we are very lucky.
I was scared out of my mind, and tried to look in the other direction for as long as I could. I’m telling you, it was ghetto.
The trainer is Austrian, and she can wrestle down any dog, too. I saw immediately there was nothing to do but obey, so I did.
I think this was our last time. I hope so. There were other things I would rather be doing than sitting, staying, and heeling.
The one part I really like: DOWN. I would do that without a trainer.
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