Hilda is growing fast and has been going to puppy classes at the local scout hut. I have been thinking for a few weeks that I should be writing down some of her adventures and escapades, last nights training class is a good place to start...
Last night was week 4 of the puppy class, Hilda is thoroughly enjoying them, and the brains teamed up with the appetite and subbornness and caused the whole class to laugh and for me to want a big hole to open up and swallow me whole.
The room is a nice big hall and the guy that runs the sessions keeps treats and other supplies on a table halfway down one wall. It was Hilda and my turn to do the walking on a loose lead, as we passed then table and trainer he gently placed the tub of treats he had had in his hand on the table. I didn't hear it but Hilda did. She slammed the brakes on, turned round and sat in front of the trainer waiting for her treat. The trainer moved to the other side of the room, I got her attention back to me and we set off again for another lap of the hall. However the next time we passed the table she slammed the brakes on and sat staring expectantly because she knew there was food up there and was pretty certain that she deserved all of it. Cue much laughter from the other puppy owners and a desire not to be there from me.
She made up for it by being one of the best at recall, recall with distractions (it wasn't food), sit and health-checks.
