This morning Dublin graduated from his intermediate obedience class. The last class is a review before the certificates are handed out and we torture the dogs by putting mortarboards on them and taking pictures. After everyone came to class, we moved out of the ring and to the back of the store, where distractions were aplenty. All of the owners grumbled good-naturedly, complaining that there was no way any of the dogs would be able to work that way.
We began with a few basic commands, like sit-and-stay with distance and duration. Dublin did pretty good, only breaking and getting up when things got really exciting. Next was down-and-stay with distance and duration.
Chris took the reins this time.
“Down, Dublin,” he commanded while holding a treat in his hand. Around us, dogs were laying down and calmly looking at their owners.
Dublin sat and stared at us. Making no move to lie down.
“Dublin. Down.” Chris commanded a little louder.
This continued for almost a minute. Dublin looked around, looked at us, and did everything but lay down. The instructor and our groupmates couldn’t help but laugh. He was like a petulant child refusing to do what his parents said!
Thankfully, that was the only command he refused to participate in. I told him if he didn’t shape up he was going to be left back!