I want to cut to the chase and just say it really is all about the dog in my life! Mom went to the hospital this week (a story for another day & she is OK). Sitting in a hospital isn't exactly a thrill, UNTIL in walks a four-legged creature, and Ken, founder of Dr. Paws. Being a therapy dog is something I have planned for Max's life-- something his father did, and his temperment seems just right for the job.
Yes, I/we have anthropomorphized him far too much, but with that sweet face, who wouldn't?
After several months last year of puppy/obedience classes, it was time for a break. Now that the new year is here, I've added to my burgeoning list, getting Max into agility training.
But let's get this clear, Max is a family dog. Have you seen Best in Show? Not really my speed.
We arrive at the facility and as we head in the door, Max finds a white French poodle enticing. He goes right for the butt sniff. I mean, wouldn't you? Its owner, however, was none too pleased and barked -- heh heh, barked -- "Please don't let your dog do that."
What??? Dogs sniff other dog butts! It's in their nature. Come to find out in this new, much more serious class, the dogs are not here for fun! We are here to teach your dog an agility course. "Keep them separated and away from the other dogs!"
Oh boy. What have I gotten myself into? I suppose not much can go wrong in the seven weeks the course lasts. (I mutter to myself optimistically)
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