From here on out, I will be referring to Claren, my peerless service dog, as Sir ... (yes, I know she is a girl but I am all about equal rights), Sir Showoff. Either that or Little Miss Showoff.
She passed her recertification test with flying colors. I was pretty sure she would because when eyes are on her, she is close to perfect. When we're home alone or out for a walk, then she can be a little stinker.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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