Last night was Asher’s third week of dog class. To put it lightly he is not thrilled with going. He is such a quiet, timid guy that and class seems overwhelming to him at times. Last night I almost thought “Should I continue to put him through this? Maybe he’d be happier just staying at home.” Because I felt bad seeing how scared he was to be there.

But as the evening progressed I saw tiny flickers of improvement and moments that he looked almost comfortable. Okay, maybe not quite “comfortable” but not completely worried. Poor guy. I’ve never had a Cavalier that had this soft of a temperament. But it’s also my fault for not getting him out more when he was younger. :/

Most weeks we work at the fairgrounds but a couple weeks we alternate; once at the city park and once working downtown. Last night was our downtown night. It’s a small town so there’s not a ton of activity, but we do work the sidewalks up and down the Main Street.

“Mom, will you be my security blanket?”

Learning to heel.

So many cute dogs at class!

Time to cross the street.

Good boy, Asher!

Waiting for instructions from the teacher.

Practicing sit/stay along the road. You can see he’s not thrilled with the cars going by.

Class is over! Posing by the flowers. 🌷