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Our house is run by an 8lb tyrant...

Tonight was this guy's first night in obedience class:

Duke
He's cute, huh?

You know those kids in public that run around screaming and acting out and you sometimes just look at the tired parent and feel bad for them? That was me tonight. I had the worst behaved pup in the bunch. And you know why? I'll give you a hint...he has been trained before. This has been his trainer for the last 2 years:

Mopsie
That's right, my 80lb black lab has been beaten into submission by my 8lb toy poodle. If only I had the control over him that she does. And this is why we're in class.

Tonight, we were introduced to the "clicker". Whenever Duke does something we want him to, we give him a treat, and click this little button. Thankfully, our trainer says that 2 year old labs are the most rewarding to train. In her words, "He's like a college student who is paying for their own schooling. He is VERY motivated to learn." Let's hope he paid for a good school ;-)

We have 5 more weeks of training, and then we get a free 30 minute one-on-one session with Mopsie. We've been told she's going to be a little more difficult (even though poodles are at the top of the list in intelligence), mostly because of her age. She'll be 6 in March...she knows what she wants, when she wants it, and how to get it.

So, hopefully this class will do us some good. I'm really hoping this will be a good investment, especially when a baby will be joining our pack in June. Wish us luck!

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  1. That was the funniest thing I have ever read about my granddogs! Lol!

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