Monday, 20 September 2010
It could have been Boot Camp, but this girl is learning so fast and so eagerly that it's Boarding School for Young Ladies instead. It may even turn out to be Finishing School, and she isn't going to need to be there for long, we think.
The video I took yesterday showed her not leaving the ball when told, but these pictures from today show her being left to sit and wait outside the post office (in full view of her trainer, so don't fret!). I'm not so sure about the bandanna, myself, but maybe it's like our old school tie, all part of the regime....
The photos came with this message:
Flossie and I had a training walk to the post office this morning. She sat outside and didn't move as if she'd done it hundreds of times before , while I went inside to buy milk. She stayed sitting when I returned, sweeping the pavement with her happy tail. Came home round the castle and played with the ball; LEAVE is now immediate! She's now sprawled on the cool tiles amongst all the other sleeping bodies - a very content dog. Wow, do you have a great dog or what! F.
And what was I doing while she was having fun shopping in a tiny Northumberland village with a huge castle? I was shopping, of course.
We are now fully stocked with beds, bowls, packs of those plastic bags (bigger size!), training treats, ID disc, compensatory gifts for Tosca and the cats, and a ball-chucking wand affair for sissy types who can't throw/don't like handling muddy, drooly tennis balls. I'm sure I'll become less particular as time goes on, and might turn into one of those doggy types clad in fleece and sensible shoes, festooned with whistles, leads, toys and treats. I suspect from the enthusiastic comments received so far that rather a lot of you might be one of those already....
I'm looking forward very much to my own impending training session with Florence the Very Good Dog. I'm off to practise hanging my tongue out right now.
Posted by rachel at 16:24