We came back into the building just as it was our turn. Into the ring we went. First heeling, then greeting a friendly stranger with a dog, sit, down, stay, come when called…Reese did perfect! She was attentive, well behaved, she made me proud!
Then it was time for our down-stay. The evaluator sat in a chair in the middle of the ring and I asked Reese to lay down next to her. “Please don’t bark, Reese,” I said, then I gave her a firm “stay,” handed the evaluator the leash, and left the room. With my fingers crossed, I waited. The seconds slowly ticked by. One minute. Two minutes. We’re going to do it!
And then I heard it. A bark. Oh no. Another bark. Please Reese, no more. But it was too late, I could just picture her, staring at the evaluator and asking her to play by bark-bark-barking. Sure enough, 3 grueling minutes were up, I walked into the room and Reese was sitting up, head back, barking her head off. I approached the evaluator and she apologized but said she could not pass Reese, she shouldn’t bark that much. I know…
Disappointed and frustrated, I packed Reese and Elsa into the car and we left without a certificate. But I wasn’t defeated. Prior to leaving I learned a little trick on how to stop a dog from barking. A trick that seemed so easy, it was almost too good to be true. We retake the test in 3 weeks. This time, we’ll be ready…and Reese will be quiet…
