The last day of 2018. That’s hard, I guess. Another year passing, I don’t know if anything has changed for the better. I love my dog. I love my dog. He is a life saver, literally. He is my baby.
I really don’t have that much to say, because the break is hard. I am kind of floating and not really doing too much. Worked with the pup pup, and I came up with a plan for the next month of training. I want to focus on getting a routine down, that’s a big one, and focusing on cementing the things he knows, so sit, down, crate. Those he has pretty well, heel and stay needs more work as always, and then adding focus and paws up (front paws on my arm/leg).
He has the best sit of any boy, and I just want to work on getting his other skills as solid as his amazing sit. Come also needs work as it is definitely the most important skill for a pup and he is so bad at it, so we have a training sequence worked out.
Doing the same thing every day probably isn’t the best thing to make him all flexible and stuff, but it’s a starting place.
Other than that I’m moving forward. Getting ready for the new year. I am at a sticky part of my life. I love me, I do. At least, I think that I do. I’m not actually that sure. I’ve been writing more, and that is fabulous. If I can keep it up for the whole next year that would be amazing. We will see. One day at a time. One day at a time. Just getting little things in order, starting with writing. That’s it. Writing the dumb stupid words.
Happy New Year. See you in 2019.