Good Dog

My full grown and willful German shepherd mix, Trevor, was having a tough time of it in obedience class. The trainer insisted on holding his leash while I walked off to call him. "Otherwise he'll chase another dog instead of going to you," she stated.

I told Trevor to "stay" and went the required distance. "Come!" I said firmly. Trevor did -- with gusto. The trainer kept up with him the first few feet and then fell face - first on the wet grass. An undaunted Trevor dragged her right up to my feet. Slowly the trainer picked herself up and looked into my stricken face. "Don't forget to praise your dog," she said. And walked off.