Sailor here.
Yesterday Mom went to obedience school. She said that it was an orientation meeting and that I would go with her next week. I am very excited that Mom will become more obedient. I've already gotten her trained to let me outside when I ring the bell that hangs on the doorknob, but now the possibilities are limitless! I can train her to give me a cookie when I ring the bell. I can train her to pet me and give me tummy rubs. I can train her to take me to the pet store. All I have to do is go to obedience class and learn all this stuff. Great, huh?
Zoe is here spending the night and harassing me. Actually, she's not so bad and it's nice to have another dog around, but she thinks that I belong to her! Imagine. Mom says she rules by harassment and intimidation, and Zoe has had a few time outs already. I am a good friend: I let Zoe say Hi first and eat first and, impeccable host that I am, let her have the best toys.
Mom had to go out for a short while, and we were left in the dog run for about an hour. Or not. What do I know about time? Anyway, after a short but rousing game of spithead, we both went to sleep and Mom had to call our names to wake both of us up! I think I like having Zoe here, even though she is kind of in-my-face at times. Mom says I am a perfect gentleman. Zoe could use some practice being a lady. But I really like it when she jumps completely over me.
Sailor, the long-suffering collie and Zoe's best friend. Maybe her only friend.
