Graduation?

Thursday was our LAST dog class.

EVER!!!!

No, our dogs haven't gotten so good at school that they are looking into a college program, rather our teacher, Amelia, found a job she likes better than us.

Maybe we should have paid her better?

I don't know how we are going to break it to the dogs, but luckily this is one week away, and we'll deal with it then.  We took all 4 dogs for the last few times, because they absolutely love their class, and they KNOW that it is Thursday.
On Thursday, I touch a comb and the dogs don't run away.
On Thursday, grooming means that you are the chosen one, the one going to class.  Even Decibel abides by that unspoken rule, although she is usually chosen, since she still needs the whole socialization and obedience the most.
On Thursday, the dogs wait patiently by the door until it is time to go.

We practiced a new trick for the teacher:  Wave Bye-bye:  

Decibel's turn.  She puts her paw all the way up, too!

Maggie and I heeling a Figure 8 around the Papillon

Decibel's turn for Figure 8

Down in motion, Decibel did good!

                                       

Baklava for teach

Bear

Goose-stepping German Shepherd

Sometimes Decibel gives kisses

Teaching a new move?

Ralphie

Louie, note flip flops in January!

Sit Stay with distraction, he looked but stayed.

All sitting!

on the sidelines

Maggie got to be teacher's pet for the heeling.

Good girl!