Dogwood again. I didn't want my new family to think that I'm just a party jock. My foster mom has been trying to teach me other things too. She claims my new family will appreciate good manners in a pup but I think a good puppy face washing makes everyone's day. Foster Mom was still insisting I learn a couple things. She said I needed to learn self control. I don't think I have any use for that one but when it's time to come out of the crate or go out of the door I'll at least pause to make her happy.
Not bad eh. I even lay down to wait for my food bowl now. I'm no dummy. The faster I do it, the faster I get to eat. Next up, the dreaded sit.
Turns out I'm a natural at sitting. Ok I really didn't know what it was until foster mom put a name to it and gave me a treat each time I did it.
Now I can do sit with just a hand signal. Don't forget the treats. I'm a little slow at doing down but I'm getting it.
Foster Mom mentioned something about me going to school. She said I need to learn some more of those fancy commands and hand signal things. Maybe my new family can find some classes and we can learn together. Just make sure you have pockets to put my bacon treats in. This kid doesn't work for peanuts.