That's right. You can call me a flea-bag. An alley mutt. A stink bomb. A nuisance even. But I know what I am! The top of the class! Hello you peeps out there. This is Lisi again. I just completed eight (long) weeks of the first obedience class. The big lady that yells but loves me anyway thought it important for me to attend. She thought she might have some more control over my behavior. Well guess what! I really impressed her. And I impressed the other big lady at the class that did talking and handing out treats! Well today was graduation day. I went in all giddy with excitement seeing my friends there. Then about 15 minutes before the class ended they told us to get up and in position and there was a test! A real test! For doggies! I mastered everything. I sat. Stayed. Went down. Sat back up. Did downs. Stays. Heeling. You know the boring stuff. They even made me go to a sit and a down for three times in a row with not so much as a biscuit to encourage me. But then there it was. The trick question. The big lady made me sit. And stay. And then some goofy lady that helps there threw a tennis ball across the room right in front of me. I got up ready to retrieve (didn't they know that's what we-retrievers do???) I didn't get a point for that part of the test. But hey! I got 11 out of 12! The closest to me got only 9 (snicker). And you know what that made me? TOP DOG of the class! I got a big round of applause! I got an extra homemade dog treat from the doggy bakery! And! A new stuffed pink bone with a squeaker for being the best of the class. I figured I was at the top of my game. But then I heard some talking and the one big lady is talking to the other big lady in hushed tones. Then I hear something about demanding more. Going further. Becoming a 'Good Citizen Dog'. That sounds like work. I'm not sure I'm up for it, but whatever the big lady says, I'll do I guess. But for now, I'll relish in my success! The big lady that yells but loves me anyway took a couple of pictures when we got home. Enjoy!!!