In the Grand Tradition of Sending wayward Offspring Away

This post comes to you via an '97 iMac, only the gods of technology will permit to post correctly. The spell check will not work here, ( It does not read pop-ups).

Last night I did what I have jokingly referred to doing for the past few months. I drove to Colo. Springs and dropped of my 120 lbs puppy with a complete stranger. It was gratifying and delicious. No more puppy.
until next Wednesday what I have to pick her up.
My mom had been taking our behemoth of a puppy to obedience class once a week. The canine obedience teacher ( I wonder what she does in her private time) called and asked that we not bring our puppy to class anymore, she was an embarrassment to the teacher. We were prorated for the remaining classes, and given a farewell, disdainful good luck"
Like all other wayward children, two footed or four, we are sending our puppy to a professional trainer. It's like boarding school for dogs. Except our trainer in Colo. Springs is an ex-marine, so it more like military school for puppies. I hope the Marine wins, but I'm betting on the puppy.