Monday, October 27, 2008
I was let go by my dog walker.
Yup. I did not come back when she called me.
I guess I didn't do the right thing, but my mom's friends all say (or are
trying to make her feel better) and say that most dogs don't come back to someone
the first time they go somewhere with them. Mostly, because I can't even remember what she looked like.
So, we're working on recall now. I am good at it when I am an one on one basset, even at the park or outdoors.
My mom isn't so happy because the dog walker didn't call her until Sunday afternoon to tell her this.
My Tmom says that this weekend we can practice at work on a long leash with lots of biscuits!
Nmom is still going to take me to the park, but is going to be a hard ass about my comings and goings.
ernest really going to sleep now