My Coffy it will have better times than me. Therefore, I visit with him every Saturday morning, a dog school. The dog is not a fault of graphic servant like his master, but a little social skills he makes life easier to determine - and mine too. And even if the little one is not thrown the gym bag in the next tree crown, but he gets exactly what's on the face as we used to. And that has not hurt us. Point. As far as the parallels.
The site of the dog school is secured against escape attempts on the road as the former East Zone and Guantanamo together: security guards, high fences, lattice, no man's land, kill zone. Very reassuring. What did not make the East Germans and Osama, creates no Cocker Spaniel.
the first appointment, I did not realize yet that much. The course will begin at 10 clock, which is not bad because I have to anyway because of the Mutt at 7 at the door, but my body gives me only enough heat protection after five zipping and three large cups of coffee. Since this target was not reached yet, so I occupied myself mainly to freeze my ass on the damp, drafty area, rather than listening to the coach. The dog, meanwhile, had fun animal to be driven by all the older dogs present at full speed and to bounce back effort. The
Dog Whisperer said optically characterized by the fact that physically he really was not available. His skinny little legs stuck in huge boots like two daisy stems in a vase. The rest of the baggy clothing was completely from Jack Wolfskin, probably to impress his dog with the paw logo. His little face was wrinkled like a prune-furrows and he had pulled the wool hat, almost to the tip of the nose, thought to arise with regard to his hairline did not leave. The heavy leather leash, which he had hung around his neck, drew him into a slightly stooped posture. Under the Jacket are signs of a huge belt case, in which he about 5 pounds of pet food stored in the form of tiny treats that he continually and his dog stuffed into the mouth without being asked.
The most striking thing about the coach but his unpleasant penetrating voice. His "Travis, Hiiiiiiiiiiieer!" Ring penetrates probably thicker walls than Superman's X-ray vision and for his four-legged friend probably heard, if he got lost when going for a walk sometimes up to Cologne.
The Shepherd Travis, however, is my ideal of a docile and character, strong dog, so I was damn near as good cheer. dogs seem completely uncritical about the appearance of their master to be.
When second appointment was then not quite so cold and I had the opportunity to look in the dog-lovers gathered times. The majority were shy and apathetic about standing couples, the half chewed furniture and shoes and been digested and was secretly hoping that the curriculum a section on psychotropic drugs in veterinary medicine or permitted use of firearms for dog owners found.
were over-represented in terms of numbers and the descent emancipated, which have all read the book "The Wolf Woman" and was disappointed in the archaic practice of their dormant assets to the alpha females are pretty. These shortcomings in terms of similarity to Wolf was probably offset the main reason of their presence. Given its grisly forms, and the frightening gray clothes I would have liked as a wolf howled. The worst were the silly, multi-functional scarves that she had pulled over the head and the pointy ends to the back of her head rumbaumelten like umbilical cords. Of course, they were significantly bespectacled like once the tale disguised as a grandmother Wolf and babbles away while some nonsense in the round, so I spontaneously acquired a sense of understanding for all the wrongdoing of their dog, no matter what they should have done.
was of course - as always on such courses - the piggy-clever-nerd fraction at the start. The second day of the course had not yet begun when the first asshole that had naturally placed almost shoulder to shoulder next to the upper male, already losquatschte: "Will you look at it? . We have been practicing works, excellent, "And without waiting for an answer, he began shouting:" Paulaaa!. Nix. "Paaaauuuulaaaaa" Paula sniffed at a pile of shit. "Pauuuullaaaa, hiiiiiier!" Paula sniffed at the After a Jack Russell dog. After another, hoarse "Paaaauuuuullaaa, you've come back here! Hieeer! Go! Paula away quickly by the roar away behind a grassy hill, they probably could sniff out clearly undisturbed .. Unfortunately, this was
smooth six of the teacher's not commented and there was no entry in the class book, but I must say that I was going to school for the first time in life was real fun. I've decided not to play truant in exceptional cases. To be continued, there are still a few days to Coffy course is as smart as Commissioner Rex.
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