Doggy Drool and Obedience School

Tonight’s our second-to-last outing to the basic obedience course that Becky and I have been taking Marley and Perrin to. I have to admit that it’s been more enjoyable than I thought it’d be at first, and it’s definitely helped Perrin and I become closer, at least in terms of him being only an 80% mommy’s boy now, instead of the full 100. It’s helped make walking him more enjoyable, in that he looks at me now as the authority figure, heels and sits awesomely, and has turned into an overall pleasure to stroll with. I’m not attached, though…

Marley’s come through the class being a lot better now about listening to the silly humans too. Don’t get me wrong—he’s the living definition of dopey, still walks and runs in a perpetual shamble, broke his second collar off his lead when taking off after a bird, and drools like you wouldn’t believe (especially after he takes a drink). But he’s a lot better about listening to us, and although he’s still a dopey young dog, he’s a lot more mellow than when we first got him.

And no, contrary to popular rumors, the obedience classes were not for me…