Obedience training had been delayed due to a multiple of factors. My sprained ankle was the number one reason. With a healed ankle, and many of the obstacles deferred for a time, the time was finally here to tackle the beast.
On this particular Wednesday night, I found myself inhaling my tacos and leaving YaYa and his Uncle Joe at out favorite taqueria. It was the first class, so I did not want to miss it. Besides the fact that it was the first lesson, the topic being "behavior" was near and dear to me. As it was a lecture format, our dogs were to be left at home.
While I was out, Uncle Joe and YaYa returned home. They finished up the homework and went out to the front yard to throw the football around. Uncle Joe, who visits us when he is on business in California, is good for this sort of thing. Even if it is a ploy to gain the "favorite uncle" title, he definitely puts some skin in the game.
Meanwhile, I was sitting in my chair in the middle of a parking lot freezing. I was doing my very best to absorb ever bit of information that I could. I didn’t even mind that the lecture went over by at least 30 minutes. I was confident in two things. I knew that YaYa was being cared for, and I knew that I would soon be taming the beast.
And it all seemed good.