Last night some one stole my "do anything", "try anything" puppy and left a puppy who never heard the word sit or the name Nugget. When I asked her "What's up Nugget?" she just blinked as if to say I don't know the language you speak.Her little blink always melts my
heart.
To be honest, I just wanted to scoop her up and take her home and come back next week. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t
frustrated. Not with her, but being
in the situation where we had to try to keep up, it really wasn’t fair
to her. So we pulled out the tug and had a play, we played
the touch game and did a few rounds of puppy zen. We moved to the middle and the end and let
people pass by us.
The Nugget, I know shone through a few times with some brilliant
heeling and some lovely about turns. The last exercise s of the night were
pivots, left and right. She pivoted
beautifully the quarter turn minus a
sit.. No biggy lots of time to work on that.
Nugget had one of those nights where she just wanted to stay home and be a puppy.
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