We finally got Oreo into an obedience class. It's close and comes highly recommended by our vet's office. We heard good things about the owner from a neighbor. We were really happy to be on our way to a better trained dog.
The first class was last week. Let's just say it didn't go well. Oh, the dog did fine. He was on par with the rest of the class, so we were pretty happy with that.
The problem was we were delinquent parents. We brought the wrong leash. We brought the wrong kind of training treats. Ours were broken dog biscuits. They wanted soft treats that wouldn't make crumbs. Only my husband went to class. It turned out that all the other dogs had both owners.
So, tonight is the second class. We'll bring the correct leash. We bought training treats. We are both going to class. We're hoping to get it right this time.
Who knew dog obedience school was more about us than the dog?