I Walk So Pretty

I swear, I do walk so pretty! Well, at least prettier than before! Evil Mommy took me to obedience school on Wednesday. Apparently I have to attend more sessions! There are even different levels! That really scares me. What a hassle. Really, you don't have to teach me how to walk and sit, I already do those things for free! Well, after dinner Wednesday evening, Mommy decided to take me out. She put on her backpack so I assumed we were going to Poppa's place. Instead we went to a part of town I had never been to before. We ended up at a church! I thought it was going to be another blessing so I was excited to see Alice the Camel but unfortunately she was not there. There were however a gazillion dogs of all ages and sizes! I was sooo happy! Unfortunately all our Mommys and Daddys were trying to make us behave. They totally threw us off of the socializing thing. Shortly after we arrived Pips and Buster arrived! Buster is so little and Mommy absolutely adores him....I think he's aight. Anyhow, Buster was a bit nervous and shy, it took him a while to come out of his shell. Mommy pissed me off because while I was sitting pretty and with my back turned away, she picked up Buster and cuddled him! When I saw, boy was I upset! Lucky for them there was no time as Dorothy, the trainer made all the parents and owners form a great big circle to start the learning. I was trying my best to be good but you know, I love stuffed animals and Dorothy was demonstrating how to "train" us with a stuffed dog! Mommy was struggling to keep me sitting and I was struggling to get to Stuffy. Anyway, in class we learned how to "Heel" and how to sit....oooh so hard like rocket science! Like Caesar Milan says, the owners are the ones who need training, not the dogs! Remember that Mommy. At the end of class, Mommy and Pips purchased Martingale collars in order to make us walk pretty. I must say, it is rather difficult to pull away from "Heel" aggressive Mommy these days. I was pooped by the time we were finished. Did I mention, Dorothy called Buster and I delinquent dogs! How RUDE! All because of our Mommies. My Mommy said that I bite and hate kids, Pips probably told her Buster hates other doggies. Dorothy promised to work with us. Grrrrrr........... When it was time to go home, Buster gave us a ride to the subway because we went to Poppa's Place! I was so happy to get there but I ran straight to bed and dozed off. At five in the morning on Thursday the parents woke me up, slapped the collar and leash on me then promptly escorted me to a cab outside. We were dropped off at home and Poppa went to the bus terminal to catch a ride to the aeroport. He went to Los Angeles, the city of angels you know. I later found out that Mommy and I brought the crate (yuck) with us. I've been staying in it ever since. Well, when it is sleepy time or when Mommy isn't home. I'd rather be running free in the solarium, but I think it is getting comfy. I really miss Poppa. Poppa come home soon I miss you. Mommy is driving me crazy. I've attached some pictures of school and of me observing firetrucks when they came during an alarm. Oh, and one time Auntie was using the computer and I was pissed off because I wanted to blog. Poppa bring me some Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles!