Treats, Treats, Training & Treats

Around here I’m called Leo.  I’ve gotten use to this new handle and kinda like it.  So I’ve been in this new place for what I believe to be three weeks now.  It’s not so bad.  You know what the best part is?  TREATS!  Especially the ones my inmate trainer calls turkey heart treats.  I think I’ve actually fallen a little in love with them and for one bite I’d probably follow my trainer to the moon if he could work the whole gravity/oxygen thing out.  

Anyway, I’ve been working on sitting and decided to sit on my own at dinner time.  I think my inmate trainer may have puffed up with pride when I pulled that move!  It makes me kinda smile a little when I imagine him being a peacock prancing round all proud… oh wait, I’m getting distracted again.  Sorry, my inmate trainer says I have a tendency to let my mind wander off.  He plans to work on…. TREATS…, excuse me random treat thoughts often interrupt my day…. AHEM… as I was saying he plans to work with me on focusing a little better.