Waiting at the door

Let me inside

Pyrrha’s new ritual is that when we reach our driveway (long and quite a bit removed from the road), I drop the leash and she gets to run the front door, unencumbered. Sometimes, she has to wait a bit for me to catch up, as you can see.

(Please disregard the unkempt lawn. We dealt with it later that day.)

I am so terribly fond of this dog. I think she is so smart and adorable. She was great last night at training class; she was so hungry, though, that she was just throwing every trick she knew at me, desperate for a treat. We’ll have to work on some impulse control and my clear communication of expectations. But she was a doll.

Happy weekend, everyone!

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