I was kind of freaking out about taking Teagan to dog school since she's lately developed a penchant for being crabby with other dogs on her leash. She has gotten too excited and even growled and snapped at a couple dogs on the trail. I have bought books, treats, and spent hours of time working on behavior modification with her for weeks.
And when I say freaking out, I merely mean it was consuming most of my daily thoughts. Ok, slight exaggeration. Probably about 70% of my daily thoughts. My husband patiently sat through me reading him aloud all my dog training documents, poor man. I have lost sleep worrying that she would freak out so bad that we'd get kicked out of class or that she'd attack someone or their dog. And then I'd get sued and they'd take her away from me and put her to sleep and I would die of grief. So, a little melodramatic but I was CONVINCED.
So we went to dog school last night. I brought the husband for back up. I forewarned the instructors. I ran her until she was exhausted and then I made her play fetch for 30 minutes.
When we got in the car- her eyes were as big as saucers and she began whining when we turned onto the highway because she knew we were going somewhere different.
And she was fine.
Apparently, all I need is hotdogs, and she could care less about any dog or person.
I was so relieved.
And my mother has banned me from having children. I'm ok with that. Teagan isn't fond of them anyways. :)
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