This last class was great. On the first try, my exceptional little muffin passed over the plate, picking up three goldfish crackers in the process. I quickly squeaked "LEAVE IT!", at which point she turned around, and the three crackers plopped out of her oversize jowels and back on the plate. I was mighty impressed. Until the instructor needlessly pointed out that nobody is going to want to take pills that were dropped and now covered in dog drool. To which my instinctive response MIGHT have been "Droppers can't be choosers".
On the second try, I was told to "assertively" command that the dog "LEAVE IT" with better timing - as in, BEFORE the plate is within reach. I might have yelled a bit too loud, because Amelia jumped straight up in the air, and over the plate, with at least a 20" useless diameter.
Nobody can say that this dog is a slow learner. Third pass at the plate of crackers. I didn't have a chance to say ANYTHING because Amelia now thinks goldfish crackers are the devil, and took a huge detour around the plate while not even making any eye contact. Next...I guess we'll have to try it with....prime rib?
Here is a picture of Amelia being very suspicious of her giant therapy dog colleague, wondering if there aren't size restrictions for this job.
And should he be SLEEPING in class?
He should maybe reconsider his career choice...
I wonder if that plate of goldfish crackers is still behind me...