Holmes went to his first conformation drill class at noon today. 20-some puppies were there — egads! The poor drill instructor was pretty well snowed under. Holmes was a good boy. He likes to trot on lead and doesn’t mind standing. He’s okay with his mouth. Hopefully he will get to the point at which he is happy to be there and keeps his ears up even on the table. One of the other people in the class and I took photos for each other. He’s very novice so probably didn’t release the shutter at the most opportune time, but these are okay. So, here is Holmes at sixteen weeks old. I still like this little man — a lot! He has his Mom’s freckles (croup and tail set, too), his Aunt Molly’s markings, his Uncle Pilot’s tail length, and moves like his Dad — who also probably contributed his silliness (but not butt-curls).
