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.
Learning to heel.
So many cute dogs at class!
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. 🌷