Sit. Stay.
That’s the only thing I remember from my Good Canine Citizens Certification class, although I don’t follow the commands today.
It makes my parents feel better about themselves when they say those two words in front of people, expecting me to obey.
After a full minute of them trying to push my booty down on the ground, it invariably ends with a comment like, “He’s usually much better than this.”
My parents know it’s a lie, I know it’s a lie, and most of all the people they’re talking to know it’s a lie.
So who’s to blame? Many will say it’s because I didn’t go to a good school, but c’mon, we all know it’s not where you go but who you know.
Want to go far in life, hang with a successful pack.
Me? Clearly, I’ve decided to rough it in this go around of life.
Why am I bringing this up? Well, my cousin Tubbs, is starting obedience school with a dog trainer today. Let’s see how long it takes Tubbs to figure out what’s really important in life
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