Well, life started to calm down after about 8 months. I was housetrained, not so terrible timid & even tho I hadn't lost any weight, I was looking & feeling better. Then Annie took me to a place where there were strange dogs & a teacher in the middle of the room with a beautiful German Shepherd named Libby. Dev was there with Winston too. We went there once a week. Each time I went I met with the other dogs & did the things the teacher told us to do. I learned to sit, stay, come, heal, finish and walk on a leash the 'right' way.

I finished my basic obedience class with flying colors and then I took a test. My Annie & I got a picture taken for my new certificate. I was an AKC Canine Good Citizen. I had just turned 7. Afterwards a nice woman invited Winston & I out to her farm for a day practicing on an agility course. Winston loved it and ran the course all afternoon just for the joy of it. I did it twice because they made me.  I loved the nice woman's pretty Boston Terriers. (The Lady said she should put a sign around my neck "Will Work for Food". She thinks its funny--hmmmph!)

There've been other adventures since then.

--There was the trip to the County Fair where everyone wanted to pet me. It was great, untill they started making loud squealing noises & shooting things. I slipped outta my collar & ran through the crowd trying to get to my truck. The Lady said I was gun shy when she caught me and after she quit laughing.

--There was the Great Escape from the yard, where me, Winston & Waldo escaped and ran to the motel. Well, the other two ran to the motel (8 blocks down a trail through the city) I got kinda sidetracked at the salon a block from the house. They knew my name because I'd visited with the Lady before. I stayed there and got treats & luv'ns until Winston's boy, Dev, found me.

--The time we ran off from the Community Garden. Winston & Waldo went back to the Garden, but I got sidetracked again. Boy did they laugh at me then--found me at a nearby business having lunch with the employees in their picnic area. Did they HAVE to say 'Boy he doesn't miss many meals, does he?'

--There was the walks to the top of Popo Agie Falls in Sinks Canyon. We took Waldo the first year I was here. He died a few months later. I had to comfort his Boy for awhile. Annie the other 2 boys were sad. He'd gotten bad sick and just couldn't stay.

--Then there was the arrival of the two other adoptees, Spudz & Duke. They had no manners at all. They were just like me when I came to the Lady's house. They had 'issues' but the big Boy loved them. He'd been missing Waldo so much. They were Pembrokes too--in my color.

Right now my Annie and I are doing intermediate dog class. The Lady is amazed at how smart I am. They laugh when I start doing wookie noises in the middle of a 'sit-stay'. They say I have an 'attitude'. I'll be the demonstration dog at the Canine Good Citizen testing in April & I will take my therapy dog test then too. I'm going to be 9 in April too--I guess I'm not too old to learn new tricks. I'm not Cadet's Snooping in the Dark anymore...that's just a name on an official piece of paper somewhere. The Lady has no 'papers' on me, but I think I much prefer being known as Snoopy. You know...I"m Annie's dog.