Guinness and I passed therapy dog training this past Wednesday night!
He had just woken up when I snapped this photo of him , so pardon the “We are not amused” expression on his face. And he gets bed ears… like the canine version of bed head, which is probably another reason as to why he’s looking at me in a rather disgruntled way.
We just have a stop at the vet this week so the vet can approve his paperwork, and then once we send in said papers and get them back, we’re official!
It’s pretty neat actually. When I first started the class, the trainers told me that he’d settle down (which was my biggest fear ’cause he’s kind of exuberant at times), and that a special harness would help him differentiate between therapy dog time and play time. They were right. It took a few sessions in Petsmart and at a local nursing home for the idea of “going to work” to settle in with him (and settle him down) but I think he’s got the idea. And I think I’ve got the idea too. After all, typically half of “dog training” is really a course on “how to train humans to speak dog.”