my goal to bring home a stone every day failed miserably. it only worked one day. i'm not surprised though. that's what normally happens with my goals. except for my really really big major goals in life (ride on the bus number one (with a real purpose, not just for the ride), find a lucky clover, hear someone from kristianstad say "kristianstad"). i've already reached all of them.

today and tomorrow the pup and i are taking puppy lessons with three other pups. we both like this class better than our "every day" puppy class. in the everyday class our teacher gets upset with me for not pulling the lead hard and quick enough when the pup doesn't heel perfectly. and i don't even care if the pup heels at all. (but he is a sweet little teacher with a funny laugh, so i try to be a good student anyway :) in this special weekend class the teacher tells us not to pull the lead at all, and she has a table full of puppy-sweets that we are told to feed the pups every time they are being nice. which is all the time (i mean: they are pups. pups are always nice and sweet. that's the whole meaning with pups). and they all seem much nicer this way, when you focus on what they do right by rewarding good behaviour instead of trying to teach them new things by punishing them when they *don't* do what we want them to do. suddenly my dog seems clever instead of bored :)

this evening we had dinner with some of my ex-colleagues and their husbands/wifes/boyfriends/girlfriends. nice.

the pup and i are off to bed now. we have to be alert tomorrow.  ¶ 10:59 PM