I signed Mars up for 'puppy training classes' at our local church hall and went along quite late one Monday night. It was way past Mars's bedtime and I had to drag him out. A ferocious woman was in charge, taking her role extremely seriously. She sectioned us off into small groups and I was put with a Cockerpoo and a Maltese terrier.
Maltese terrier owner was a total novice and petrified of putting a foot wrong, but the other already had a dog and was pretty chilled about it all. So we started to chat. And then chatted a bit more. It began to be good fun. I didn't think we were missing too much until she and I were called out to demonstrate what we should have been watching - then we realised that our chatting had been a big mistake. We had made a mortal enemy of the trainer. She told us we were setting a very bad example for those of us who genuinely wanted to learn. And were wasting her time. Chastised and separated we felt like children back at school. She ignored us for the rest of the lesson.
P.S. Mars did a big dump on the floor on his way out.
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