I'm Just So Very Busy

I am a busy little dog. Yes, both kinds of busy. I investigate everything and that includes grabbing and running with the abandoned shoes that I find in her closet and hunting for squirrels in the backyard when I think she’s not noticing. But, I’m busy in another way too. She’s signed me up for agility classes and rally classes. Two nights each week, we go to class and the other days we practice so much stuff that my head begins to spin. This is a lot of work for me considering I didn’t know what a leash was all that long ago, I wanted to stand on the kitchen table all the time, and tried to swallow everything I saw. Things I nearly swallowed included pieces of paper, washcloths and bottle caps and bait (small delicious dead fish heads) left on the waterfront, but I was foiled every time. That's mostly behind me and now, I tug politely on my tug toy, down when she asks for a down, walk backwards (why she wants this I’ll never know), balance on a puffy round ball, and run into my crate whenever I hear the word crate. I’m so much better behaved she said, but I do find time to squeeze in the shoe stealing stuff even though I’m told this isn’t part of my new training plan. You see, this is all part of being very busy little dog.