Just when you thought they were empty…

Dillon has this embarrassing habit - well I say embarrassing, but he doesn’t seemed bothered by it. For 2 dog training classes now the classes themselves haven’t gone bad, this isn’t a ‘Dillon dragged me around the ring’ or ‘I said sit not come’ confession. The ‘problem’ is rather more well basic than that and a fair bit smellier with a large dollop of red faced hiding in the jumper. Dillon is a training class pooer. Yes, if he was at school he would be called ’stinky poo pants’ or other nicknames my adult brain fails to conjure up correctly.

It’s not like he’s got uncontrolled bowel movements usually, that is one thing he managed to win very early on. He doesn’t leave me presents in the morning, he doesn’t leave traps for me to find on the floor, for all intents and purposes along with until we get in dog training class - he is house trained. However, the rules of ‘house’ or the ‘trained’ bit seem to fly out of the window and the dog training hall is according to Dillon one giant potty.

I don’t know maybe the word ‘heel’ has some where during training got misunderstood to me ’squat and push out a poo’. Maybe it’s the environment - it’s either not smelly enough or so smelly that it needs that extra something only Dillon can add. I know it’s probably only me that is embarrassed as he seems to not care too much and in-fact shows signs of relief.

The first thought of course (after they stop laughing) is ‘least it’s not me’, well it is me and yes you are right to not want to be me standing at the end of a lead with a training class pooer. All the other dogs I am sure are rolling their eyes whilst sniggering about ’stinky poo Dill’. Sigh. I figured if he knew the training there was nothing too much to over come, now it seems it’s bowel movements I am fighting - oh joy.