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It almost sounds like an angel story, Cat. How did the driver know where to take you? Did you girls tell him? Where did the bus come from after all the other busses were gone?
 
BigBlueHen53 said:
It almost sounds like an angel story, Cat. How did the driver know where to take you? Did you girls tell him? Where did the bus come from after all the other busses were gone?
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We were staying at one of the Disney resorts, so ours was part of his usual route. My guess is he was coming back to park the bus for the night. It was very kind of him to drive us, for sure! Probably would have had to return in a cop car otherwise. Ugh, I never would have heard the end of that.... nevermind having to face the wrath of the band director. Great guy, but also loved to scream at children like we were in the military.

Thank you, bus driver man, for saving me the embarrassment!
 
GodLovesU said:
POTW: what was the best part of you week?
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Jenny, my Golden retriever, sat for me this week. But you have to understand. She is a Very Special Case. We bought her from a woman who was breeding both Shelties and Goldens, my two favorite breeds. Yeah, kind of a red flag right there. Jenny was a few months shy of three years old when we went to look at her. She'd been bred multiple times already, red flag No. 2. She should not have been bred before age two and should only have had one litter in that time. Red flag No. 3. Even to my casual, ignorant eye, she had conformation flaws that should have kept her from any breeding. Red flag No. 4. She was clearly not comfortable being handled by the breeder, didn't seem to know her name, did not come to them when called, or run up to investigate us as a healthy, friendly Golden naturally would, and stood with tail tucked, making no eye contact, looking around and licking her lips nervously. Clearly not socialized, this serial breeder was nobody's pet. "We'll take her," I said.

I've asked nothing of her in nearly two years but to learn to trust us. She's a sweet, cheerful girl and bonded quickly to mr. She did know how to walk on a leash, but did it reluctantly, hesd hanging. I don't leash her often. But the other night I thought she might have enough confidence and trust to allow me to try to teach her something. While petting her, I took hold of her flat collar with my left hand. "Sit," I said, quietly. I stroked her back with my right hand, stopping just in front of her hips. Knowing that dogs are ticklish there just as we are, I gave her a series of little squeezes between my fingers and thumb, just enough to tickle. After a moment her hind legs began to fold a little, so I stopped what I was doing and praised her. She wagged and smiled , indicating she was relaxed and game. So I did it again. "Sit. " Lift slightly at the neck, stroke, squeeze ... and she sat! I praised her vigorously this time, and let her go.

I can only say from my little experiment that Jenny sat. I cannot say she learned to Sit. We're a long way from that, but it was a start. It was a big deal to me, very gratifying, because it showed she trusts me. With that, I feel like can now teach her anything she is capable of doing.
 

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