Run Wilma
“Run Wilma” And how precisely am I supposed to do that when up to my shoulder in water? Frankly, I wanted to say to Mum, “You get in and try it.” In her case the water wouldn’t have been able to come up so high, so it might have been easier. Yes, I was being offered a treat, but only after each session of about ninety seconds. At one point I just thought blow this, and let myself slide to the back end of the tank. My hydrotherapist slowed everything down for a while, lulling me into a false sense of security.
I had a jolly good bark about it all. Then she started comparing me to Aristotle and said she didn’t remember him barking so much. Well he didn’t. He of course was perfect. More to the point he was probably intoxicated on cider.
Training classes
Mum has been looking into training classes for Pebbles. Then she asked if I’d like to go too. Does she not remember me having to stand in the middle because I was ‘naughty’? Being made to contemplate my behaviour because I’d been barking. Let’s be honest, if I do an exercise the first time it’s show to me and then I have to stand waiting while some fluffy little thing has ten attempts and still can’t do what is required, then I am going to bark. That is no different now than it was when I was eighteen months old. One thing that no one has managed to teach me is patience. I don’t suffer fools gladly whether they are human or canine. If Mum takes me back to training classes it will be entirely at her own risk!
I’m much happier doing one to one training with Mum at home. It isn’t that I don’t like learning. I really do. The problem is that I get bored very quickly if I’m not doing anything. It’s not as though I can sit and do the crossword while I’m waiting.
Love
Wilma
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