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“Lucy Goes To School”

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It’s actually called “People Training For Dogs.”

That’s right, my Connie is going to school to learn how to get me to do what she wants me to do, but I am really training her how to keep giving me treats.

The first day of school she packs my lunch with only one kind of boring treat. It didn’t take long for me to lose interest in doing anything but playing with the Great Dane next to me. She was a gentle giant. There was tiny Chihuahua on the other side smaller then me. We played together too. The teacher had to come over and try her hand at training me. She had better treats so I did what she asked me too. My Connie tried and tried to get my attention, and I do love her, but I get distracted so easily at my age. Finally the nice lady next to us gave her some food to work with. It was real chicken, yum! Now that’s some good stuff that gets my attention.

My Connie’s homework is to be a living walking cookie jar for me. I mean what kid wouldn’t want their Mom to walk around giving them treats all day. I did learn a lot of things though, my name, to come when called, to sit and even lay down. I think I must be the luckiest dog in the world! I love my new family even that big guy Tom. He’s kind of like that Great Dane, a gentle giant he seems a bit scary but he actually loves me too.

“Lucy & I”

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This is Lucy & I resting after our morning walk or should I say chilling out as I ice my ankle and knee. Not to worry…I’m only trying to keep ahead of the swelling that comes with all the extra activity that Lucy has brought into my life. It’s a good thing, but my life feels a bit on hold right now while I keep a watchful eye on her. She wants to chew on everything so I try to catch her at it giving her one of her chew toys instead. Then there’s the housebreaking. I’m not sure if I’m training her at this point or myself to take her out about every hour. 

I feel like I did when I brought my babies home from the hospitality. My life was their’s as I put my own on a shelf for a while and tended to their every need. I know I gave up my nice easy going life for her and while I think I should be saying to myself, why’d you do that? I have to say I find it worth all the work.  She makes me feel alive in a whole new way, and that’s a good thing at my age, don’t ya think?