I signed Holmes and me up for a handling class. We went to class tonight and I am now feeling terribly guilty. I’ve not done anything with Holmes since I moved out here. He was in a Beginning Novice class at the time we moved, but with the drive and all the “stuff” that needed to be unpacked, we didn’t finish the class. He also had dived head first into a terrible case of the fuglies — he was a brindle tube with all his parts askew. Tonight I gathered up the training bag and my purse, pulled out an orange kennel loop, and he went crazy. He was begging to be the one to go — and he was. It was Holmes’ turn. He tore into the building like the devil was after him and began making the rounds. Ellen Gerwin has a Pem girl in the class. Holmes was smitten. He cleaned the instructor’s face. Holmes was dancing. It should not have been so long, especially since going to the Club makes him so very happy. At the end of class Ellen took a photo of Holmes. He is now 18-1/2 months old, back to looking like a recognizable breed (ungroomed, but recognizable). What a funny baby he is.
