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No matter how many dogs I train, I still hold that my dog is the smartest dog in the world. I'll explain why later.
I've been thinking seriously about giving up my job as a dog trainer, because as much as I love it, it just doesn't pay the bills like it needs to. Every time I become disenchanted with my job, someone has to make it that more difficult to quit. Yesterday I was at work, and I was helping this lady with her extremely shy dachsund. She had to go off and say "Wow, I go to another training fascility, and you've explained more to me in 10 minutes than my trainer has in two weeks!" Why do I have to be so damn good at my job that doesn't pay me!?

Then today, I had a graduation. If you read my blog on a fairly regular basis, you might remember me talking about the day I got bit. The dog's name was Munch. (fitting, being that he munched on me!) Munch was extremely fearful and terrified of everything. Once the dog bit me, the owner was so distraught that she even considered giving the dog back to the shelter... where I knew it would be euthanized. I begged her to find an animal behaviorist to help her through his problems because I knew he wasn't a bad dog. She found an excellent behaviorist through Ewe-topia that helped her bring out all the things that Munch was fearful of and made him face them. She continued with my class on top of his conquering fear classes, and today, Munch graduated with flying colors. You'd almost swear she switched dogs!

Here is Munch with his very own graduation hat~!

Munch's classmates:

Tazio & Finley

Sparky & Lexy

and of course, little Chloe.

Now, onto why I maintain my dog is the smartest.... I know this is silly, but I have to brag to someone! I took the toilet paper out of my bathroom so I could clean Wesley's ears. I went in to use the restroom, forgetting that I left the tp on the coffee table. In my apartment, with nobody else but my dog, I was sorta stuck. So, I called Wesley into the bathroom, and told him, "Wes, go get the toilet paper!" He went into the other room, and came back, looked at me confused. I had another roll in the bathroom, but at this point I was convinced I could get him to bring me the one I wanted. So I pulled out another roll, showed it to him and said, "Go get the toilet paper, it's on the table." He walked away, and came back with the roll in his mouth and dropped it right into my hands!

Ok, so it doesn't convey well in type... but I was impressed! Man I love this dog.