Uh, yeah. She was completely green (”Sit? What’s that?”), but boy did she pick it up quickly.

She was offering “downs” within seconds, as if to say, “Yup, I got that “sit” thing, and now I’m down with the “down.”

We hit a snag when we went for a leash walk. The poor girl was so nervous! It was like Sumner in Zeke’s body … total weirdness. She managed to buck up and do a few trips around the block.

“I’ll rally. I can do this. Trust me.”

Uh, upon taking a closer look, the photo above is NSFW.

(Best red chair pic ever.)

He walked out looking very dapper in our tiniest peace sweater:

Peace at a St. Patrick’s Day parade? We’ll see about that.

Gunner didn’t let the Bantamweight vs. Heavyweight discrepancy deter him. Elvis tried to bob and weave:

But once Gunner had a grip on the prize there was no stopping him:

Gunner says, “Bet on the little guy every time!”

“Oh, sweetie. Good start, but try to keep you eyes open next time.”

“Perfect!”

I try to answer questions during class, and hold semi-intelligent conversations with the people, but I invariably trail off and stare at the pups with my mouth hanging open. The cuteness! That said, there is a ref aspect to my role at class. Play can tip to tussle in an instant, especially as the session wears on, so I need to be ready to step in.

The attitudes in this class run the gamut from Harrison’s “I’m king of the world!” perspective …

… to Zoe’s “What fresh hell is this?”

Young Duncan was slightly more outgoing at our second class … he opted to stand on the ground (instead of in his person’s lap), and allowed sweet Holly to check him out:

I love this interlude between Stormy and Morgan … Stormy’s goofiness didn’t impress Morgan at all.

Our final session is this Saturday. Perhaps Duncan and Zoe will join the fray next time?

She started with one (another at the ready behind her paw):

Then worked her way through the rest of ‘em:

Oakley, you sweet girl, I’ll load up the toys for you any day!