Ollie had his training evaluation today. The trainer proclaimed he was adorable, friendly, lovable, rude, a spoiled brat, and thinks he runs the household. Oh, dear, this did not sound like a good starting off point ... but, by the time she left, he was responding to "off" (get off the furniture), "sit", and "down". He was earning time to play "fetch" and "tug-of-war". He did not beg for our ...dinner tonight and only tried to bite me once which I caught by placing my finger under his tongue -- dogs hate that and will stop immediately. Who knew? Either the trainer put a spell on our naught Ollie or switched him out when we weren't watching because he has been a joy tonight. Tonight he sleeps in his crate, not on our bed, which Scott reluctantly agreed to and is already trying to wiggle out of. He says it's cruel to make Oliver sleep in his crate, but he's afraid I'll tell the trainer he backed out of his promise so he's reluctantly going though with it tonight only if I put him in the crate ... he doesn't want Ollie to get mad at hm. Atta boy, Ollie, you're already making progress. Three training sessions scheduled and then we have every reason to believe you will graduate. Add smart to the adjectives describing Ollie.
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