Shiny, Happy Puppy

Porter thinks he hears Something Suspicious requiring a WOOF. This is his I'm About to Go Woof face.


This, meanwhile, is his I Would Really Like to Have Some of Whatever That Is face.


For Puppy Class homework, we are supposed to be practicing a verbal down (not lured -- meaning, no, you can't stick the treat in his nose and then lower your hand to the ground, like we have been doing). Nooo. We have to say DOWN, standing straight up, and just wait until he does it. We thought this was total crap at first. 1, 2 minutes would elapse with all of us standing there staring at each other. We were sure that Porter was calculating baseball stats in his head or something to keep himself amused, having forgotten all about that silly DOWN business, and then, miraculously, he'd sink to the ground, and then we would all have a party like he'd just pooped gold bullion. In just one day, his verbal DOWN is now so good that I worry about his elbows hitting the floor so hard.

Incidentally, in the past two days, my boss and my mother have both wondered if they'll be able to stand me when I have actual children. What? Our dog is smart. I can't help it.