Dog training me, that is.
Zee and I have started going to dog obedience classes once a week. And I'm already counting down the weeks until we're done.
I knew going in that the main point of obedience class is to train the owner to handle the dog. I get that, understand the philosophy. But the execution is painful for me.
A roomful of dogs, several of them barking, nobody I know, individual practice in front of everyone.
And my dog--usually calm, focused on me, intent, eager to please, quick to learn--is so distracted and excited by all the dogs that he can barely stop whining or wiggling. He has been dubbed "the hyper dog" and the teachers seem convinced that I do no work with him in between classes.
My goals in doing all of this are to bond further with Zee and to get him to follow a few basic commands, nothing fancy.
A few more weeks, and even if Zee doesn't officially pass the class, I'll count it a win if I don't die of embarrassment.