Is it sad how proud I am of Turk for being the best dog in puppy obedience classes? Seriously, I am so proud of him for taking the high road and sitting calmly next to me, looking at the flailing dog-on-a-leash next to us as if with a scoff saying, “How embarrassing.” And when our trainer asked what his biggest behavior problem was? I had nothing. He’s good about playing with his own toys, stopping when told, not jumping on furniture, not biting, not barking, not pulling on the leash. I have myself one damn good dog.
Proud
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