Sit.

Back to dog training tomorrow.  Although, I admit that I didn’t attend any of the first batch of dog training and so really don’t have much room to complain.  He’s a good dog, but he has his moments where he’s possessed.  I’ve had a dog possessed in the wrong way, the eat-your-face way, so I think I’m lucky he’s possessed in a more…lick-your-face way.  Don’t worry, there won’t be incessant dog training updates.  Although if I get shit on my hand like the last time I tried to keep him from jumping on a stranger while keeping hold of his leash, a bag of groceries and an umbrella, you’re definitely going to hear about it.

Points for having bunnies.