Classy

So I took Izzy to her first behavior class tonight. There was only one other puppy in this particular class and that was a 10 week old beagle mix named Chloe. How cute is that? Big floppy ears, cute little speckled legs & beagle eyes all wrapped up with a pink collar and leash. Adorable. And my monstrosity of a dog? Growled and barked at the darling little thing. How embarrassing. Of course the first thing the young & perky instructor asks is "What behavior would you really like to work on with your dog?" I didn't say anything, just pointed at my idiot on a string that was going ballistic in the puppy's general direction. Did they really need to ask? Isn't it obvious? The scarecrow needs a brain, Dorothy. It's going to be a long 8 weeks.