Dilly went to his second puppy class last night. He appeared to love it.
Steve had taken him to his first class two weeks ago, on a night when I had another commitment, and he reported then that Dilly thought puppy class was wonderful. There were other small creatures who looked like him! And people who admired him! And so many interesting activities.
I was glad to witness all this myself last night. I couldn’t help but think of Adagio’s first class, when he was barely two months old. That night he made it clear he wanted to roam the room and socialize. When he didn’t get to do that, he yowled. He barked. He emitted ear-splitting shrieks. At the conclusion of the hour, Steve and I slunk out of the room, disheartened.
Last night was a very different experience. If Dilly wasn’t the star pupil, at least he emitted not one single yowl or shriek. He seemed focused and alert throughout the fast-paced succession of activities. We practiced going Down.
And I tried to introduce him to the concept of Shaking.

Kay, our instructor, made us trade our pups with other puppy-raisers — an educational experience for both the humans and the dogs.
At the end of the hour Steve and I were feeling exhausted, and Dilly slept soundly in his car kennel all the way home. But at least two of the three of us were feeling encouraged rather than mortified. And we figure it can only get better as time goes by.
She was working very hard and taking in a lot! She is a cute little pup.
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Actually, despite that name and the fluffy look, Dilly is actually all male (and will stay that way till turn-in.) We trust that as he grows, he’ll start to look more studly.
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Can’t he be adorable, fluffy, and studly?
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Maybe in the Golden Retriever world that’s NOT a contradiction.
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