Here’s Wilson just before entering big boy boot camp. He’ll be there one more week, but today I had a visit with him. I drove up just as he was completing a walk.
Yes, I said, a WALK! Not a drag down the street by a huge hairy dog. A Walk.
Two weeks ago, Wilson’s concept of the world and his place in it was more on the lines of center-of-the-universe, I’m too sexy for my fur, yup, yup, let me jump into your face because I can.
Now, he’s the calm dog, sporting a red Service Dog vest, heeling, sitting, downing … completely Mister Big Boy at the end of a leash. Our (hysterical with joy if he thought you had a cookie in your pocket ) dog has, in the space of two short weeks, become a grown up, well-mannered and obedient.
I wonder where these folks hide the alien dog brains, ’cause this sure isn’t OUR Wilson.