She's really cute. But take this warning: Whenever you think you've succeeded at the whole house training thing, she'll pee in puppy class and embarrass you.
Seriously. This dog did GREAT for the first 40 minutes of class last night. The teacher had her doing agility drills, so she was running through tunnels, leaping through hoops (well, she was scared of the hoop so I don't think she ever mastered that) and jumping up onto a platform with a pillow on top. I mean, I was even thinking we should start looking into dog shows.
Well, then my husband excuses himself to go to the restroom. He hadn't been gone five seconds when Cooper looked at me, jumped up on the pillow and peed. It was like Niagara Falls. I couldn't believe it since she'd gone to the bathroom THREE TIMES before class! Sigh.
I looked at Betsy, and without a word she handed me a roll of paper towels. So then I got to clean up an ocean of pee.
This was the third consecutive week that she's peed in class.
After that, we walked around the store (the class meets in PetSmart) with Cooper on the leash, so we could prove to Betsy that walking her in our neighborhood is a nightmare since she drags us the entire time. I lost interest when we passed by the cats up for adoption, and let the others go ahead while I cooed at a 4-month old named Thumper.
I pretty much ignored Cooper for the rest of the class. Even when she did a few tricks in front of the goldfish. I acted like I didn't care.
But then on the way home, she fell asleep on my lap, and all was forgiven.
So no, you can't really have my dog.
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