Thursday, September 27, 2012
Ziggy Goes to School
Ziggy, here. Mary took me to a new place. It was a big, big room with just me and another dog and two other women. It was a school for dogs named Ziggy Foster! Which was a little confusing. People kept saying Ziggy, but they were sometimes talking to me and sometimes talking to the other Ziggy Foster. I was scared. I am scared of dogs and new places. I drooled. A lot. The best thing about drooling is that Mary cleans me up with a tissue. Then I eat the tissue. Mary thinks this is not part of the game. I am good about letting her take tissues out of my mouth.
The other Ziggy was much bigger than I am. Luckily there were fences so I didn’t have to look at him. We met Sarah, who clicked when I touched her hand or sat. Her treats were much better than anything Mary has ever given me. Sarah says I am smart and sweet. This is true.
On our way home we stopped at a store (no dogs allowed). Mary bought some of the fabulous treats. I was strapped into my canine safety device in the back seat. I discovered that if I move very slowly, the belt will let me hang over the front seat to watch the treats. More drooling.