Down wiv Skool

Huh. I've been had! Conned! Tricked! Mugged!

I'd just got nicely settled in with all the humans doing my every bidding when along comes the fashion victim clutching a book, a bag of biscuits and a blue clicky thing.

"Come on Barney" says he, in that oh so irritating encouraging voice he's read about, "let's go in the garden!"

And so it began. He's walking up and down the lawn, patting his leg as though his trousers were on fire, giving it "Come on lad!" Every time I went anywhere near him there's this almighty CLICK noise, which makes me sit down with surprise. But then, guess what - whenever I sit down, he gives me a biscuit! GOT HIM!!!!  I thought I was having to go to school and do boring lessons, but all I do is get him to feed me!

Anyway, afternoon lesson. My new collar gets clipped to a lead. Normally I like a Tarzan session on the end of that, but with the puppy food being a bit boring I was fancying a change and I GOT HIM AGAIN! He's still patting away as if he's trying to find a fiver he's lost out of his pocket and wandering around like a person who can't remember where they are but, sure enough, when I just mogg about close to him CLICK and he gives me a treat. It's lovely to see his face when he can fire the clicker - simple things please simple minds I suppose - and I get him to give me a slice of sausage!