My father spent most of his working life teaching. One year in junior high my home room teacher was taking her dog to the same dog obedience class I was elected to take our family dog to. She had to drive me there one night and wanted to know if my father was so and so. I said yes. She then said my father was such a tough teacher her husband (that very semester) had dropped my father's class and took two others to make up for it. I was always worried she was going to flunk me. My father is still in touch with students he had over 40 years ago.
Can't help it, that brought back memories. There was a dachshund in that class whose legs were so short that the instructors had to get down on the ground to tell if it was really sitting, in a down position or cheating. Even then they sometimes couldn't tell and had to slide something under it to make sure it was lying down.
Can't help it, that brought back memories. There was a dachshund in that class whose legs were so short that the instructors had to get down on the ground to tell if it was really sitting, in a down position or cheating. Even then they sometimes couldn't tell and had to slide something under it to make sure it was lying down.