What I Learned in Therapy School...Doggie Crack!

This week in my Therapy School, there were just two of us.  Little (hee hee) Pebbles.  Remember Pebbles?  She's the 200 pound Mastiff, and me.  She acts a lot more friendly to me when Daisy isn't there. 

We did lots of exercises.  I had to sit still while Brad rode around on a scooter.  Then Pebbles and I had to parade around on a heel pretending we didn't see each other 'cuz as soon as one of us would act like we wanted to talk, we had to go back to the beginning and start over.

It really wasn't bad until they did something called, "Supervised Separation".  Then Brad sat with me and Mom left.  I was a little nervous and I told Brad I wanted my Mom back.  But he just sat there.  But then I thought, all of this stuff is just pretend.  I'm pretty sure Mom didn't go anywhere, it's just pretend.  So I just sat, and soon, Brad called my Mom and sure enough, she popped back into the room.  See, I got this figured out.  That's why Brad says I'm always thinking!

Before we left though, Mom asked for advice 'cuz sometimes I forget to come when she calls.  It's only when there's a new dog in our little park and I'm not on a leash.  Then I go to say hello and I get so excited, I don't even here her call.  So Brad told her that she needs to practice with something called Lickety Stick.  I'm really glad he told her about it.  It's beef gravy and lots of other good things on a roller ball.

Pebbles already knew about this stuff.  She's hooked. 
  She had to show me how to do it, but then....

WOW!  This stuff is really, really good.  I guess that's why they call it Doggie Crack!   I'd come when Mom calls if it means I get a crack at the Crack!  (Get it?)  Crack at the Crack?!

Uh, oh.  I wonder what else is in this stuff?

Have a Happy Week!

Love G.