Pack, we did it.
Last night was my final night of Basics Obedience Class, and I regret to inform you that I was ✨magnificent✨.
But first—let me introduce you to my classmates, because it was quite the crew.
There was a rescued chihuahua who barked.
All.
The.
Time.
He also left the classroom a lot. Small body. Big opinions.
A very cute rescued pit bull mix, six months old and powered entirely by joy and wiggles. We started at the bottom of the class together, bonded by enthusiasm and questionable self-control.
A Samoyed puppy who absolutely knew she was beautiful. She strutted. She sparkled. She admired herself in the mirror. Honestly? Iconic.
A cocker spaniel puppy—quiet, gentle, a little timid. The kind you just want to protect forever.
An older Australian cattle dog who was often the star of the class. Calm. Focused. Overachiever energy.
And a mixed-breed rescue pup who was very frightened at first. Week by week, he got braver. We were all proud of him. Yes, even me.
And then… there was me.
The first two weeks?
I was… how do I say this politely…
✨a bit feral✨.
I loved everyone. I wanted all the friends. Focus was optional.
Then something magical happened.
It clicked.
I won the sit-stay.
I won the down-stay.
I strutted my stuff on a loose lead like I had somewhere important to be.
I crushed touch, even added my own flair by standing on my hind legs to tap Mom’s palm. Extra points for style.
The call back? Oh, that one’s pure joy.
Two of my favorite hoomans call my name. I sprint. I sit. I get a treat.
Then I race to the other one.
Repeat forever, please.
But let’s talk about my most dramatic journey…
✨ The Spin ✨
Apparently, the hoomans are supposed to lure me in a circle with a closed hand holding a treat. I failed to see the logic. If the hand is closed, the treat is not happening.
So I lifted my nose.
I sat down.
Efficiency matters.
Eventually, I figured it out.
Turns out? Spinning is fun.
Whirling is exciting.
And Mom gets very excited when I do it, which means praise, clapping, and—eventually—treats.
Graduation night ended with applause, snacks, and a very proud poodle who started out wild and finished strong.
And guess what?
I’m signed up for another Basics class.
Apparently, that was the only class available, but honestly? I’m not mad about it.
New instructor.
New ideas.
New hoomans to impress.
And let’s be real—I’m only going to get better.
More focus.
More flair.
Possibly even a faster spin (now that I understand the hand is eventually going to open).
So yes, this poodle is heading back to school.
Same basics. Bigger confidence.
I loved every minute.
And I would like to do it again.
🐾 Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker 💛