I almost completely forgot to mention that we have a new graduate in the family. Louie has completed his Puppy 1 training course. I still find it funny that he’s now “trained” to be a puppy.
The final class consisted of a “test” to make sure he could do such actions as “sit,” “down,” and “come here.” If you’ll remember back near the beginning of class, Louie just simply could not get the whole idea behind “down.” I think he felt like he’s already pretty low to the ground; how much lower could we really want him to go? Just days before the final class, he got it. Whew.
The whole idea behind these puppy classes is that the little guys get socialized to all kinds of crazy sounds, sights, dogs and people. Louie may have graduated summa cum laude, but he still wasn’t sure what to think when we had our first thunderstorm of the season. He kept looking at us and barking uncertainly when he heard the booming sound roll through the house, shaking the floorboards a little.
In class, they taught us to smile and cheer when our puppies balked at a new loud sound, such as a train rumbling by or a loud jackhammer pulsing away at the concrete. So we smiled and clapped our hands and said “Yay!” each time the thunder bellowed. Louie looked at us as if we had lost our minds. You could almost read the thought bubble above his head: “Holy Dog Biscuit! That’s a seriously loud noise coming closer and these people are cheering? I’m trapped in a house with idiots! Help me!”
All the cheering worked eventually, and he calmed down. Pretty soon, he was begging us for food. Idiots we may be, but we still control the kibble.