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Mommis Takes Us to a Trainer

In honor of my 6th birthday, Mommis finally decided to invest in my training. So she put us in this class with a bunch of pit bulls and German shepherds and a Doberman.

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.