Sunday, March 28, 2010

Shy boy...

Here I am sitting pretty for Mom tonight. Mom and Dad took me to a socialization class yesterday. Yes, I went through puppy training. Yes, I get hunting training every single day. I have started doing a behavior my Mom says she does not understand. I have started shying away from people, unless they are my people. Jerry, one of the puppy class trainers, said that most people have very bad manners in the dog world. He said that a lot of people want to touch the top of a dogs head when they greet them and that is not good manners to me. But, Mom says that it is more than that. I have taken to growling at people with hooded coats. I particularly don't like teenage boys. Mom and Dad take me everywhere, even the old folks home and the only problem I had there was a guy moving in a wheel chair and he wasn't very nice to me. I think he called me a dirty name, but I am not sure, as I haven't heard many.

When we got to the training facility Mom, Dad and myself went in to the large play area and there were some dogs from puppy class - Bianca (she is a pomeranian and really likes Dad and she doesn't like most men at all), Riley (Border collie who is pushy and not my favorite) and Goldie (another Border Collie that I do like) and part of Liz's pack was there...I like Shadow, he is a big black shepard type dog, because he is so calm and Buck..he is a mixed breed and I like him too. There was a black lab, I don't remember his name, but I didn't really like him at all. I started out really nervous. Mom said I had my tail tucked as far up as I could get it. Gradually, I started to relax. Jerry came up to me a couple of times and it was okay. Liz came over and well, I think I just like the smell of Liz because I repeatedly went over to her. By the end of the play time I was very okay with Jerry coming over.

Mom and Dad said that they are just going to have to work extra hard to expose me to safe, yet people busy, places so that I get comfortable in my own skin again. Mom isn't sure if it is my age or just who I am. I don't know. I am just a puppy still. No one believes that I am only 8 months old.

We went to Petco today and I picked out stinky cow hooves for Miss Moose, Marcus and myself. Hey, that reminds me...what happened to my hoof...

I am Hugh

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