I'm Officially A Good Boy

Yep. Me. Fenway....aka Fenzie or Frenzy .

I've been deemed unruly, disrespectful, having a screw loose and unschooled. But that was a loooong time ago when I was Puppy Fenway and life was all about having fun and being loved.

Well, I still have fun, am loved, but I've got a new attitude, as the song goes.

Ms. Alpha took me to obedience classes and we diligently did our boring homework, week after week, and improved my focus, manners + rules. In class, I have to do a sit/down/stay for an awfully long time.

And get this! I even had to learn Self Control and Sit Like A Good Boy when we greeted other owners and their dogs. Let me tell you, that was painful 'cause Mr. Fen can start a play group as quick as a cricket.

This past weekend, Ms. A. took me to a fun match. I got to strut pretty and look awesome. The judges were duly impressed and not only gave me Best of Breed but a Group 2. That means I came in second in the entire herding group!

Ribbons = Rib Eye for Dinner!

Afterwards, the kennel club held Canine Good Citizenship tests and Ms. A signed me up right on the spot. What a piece of cake that test was. I have a vague memory of failing it in style last spring when I went Cujo on a lady with crutches and a little pug dog. That ugly! But all of that was a distant memory and I was Fenway the Affable, the Model Citizen, the Best Boy.

My official test form proclaims me Officially Good!

But I wasn't good enough to sit still for another photo session. That's when Ms. Alpha called on my stand-in Mini Me to pose with my ribbons.

Hmmm. Let me sniff this little guy and see what's up!

I can't forget to give the hinders a once over!

I think the little guy is trying to own my ribbons!

Now I've got the upper hand. His head's in my mouth!

Mmmm.....tastes like chicken.