Now, mind you, the four Lab pups are only 4-1/2 months old and Miss Dot, our little mixed breed is around 5-1/2 months. These babies are soaking up knowledge at warp speed. For an hour and a half at the Cowboy Church this morning, all the dogs and puppies down stayed quietly. They were awakened briefly to be introduced to the congregation, then settled back down until the service was finished. How fabulous are these dogs?
A word about this group of young dog handlers. Each is diabetic. Each had a dog who was supposed to be their service dog but it didn't work out. They've dealt with the hope of freedom that a service dog can give, then had that hope dashed. They range in age from 6 to 15. Their parents show symptoms of PTSD. And yet they never give up. My hat is off to these families. The kids and the dogs are my heroes.
On a lighter note, we had puppy races this afternoon. Liz held a pup at one side of the room, I held another at the other side. Their kids walked to the opposite side of the room from their puppies and called them. Each and every puppy went to his or her handler, running in opposite directions, passing each other in the middle - without changing course. No side trips, no going to play with other dogs. So cool!
It doesn't get any better than this.