So there I was, minding my own business, out to pick up some medicine for Autumn, when what should I run across but a half dozen puppies congregating outside of a local pet store for their weekly puppy class?
It was too dark for most of my pictures to come out, drat it, but I did my best for you.
![All right, I hereby call this puppy class to order. C'mon over here for the sniff-in! Rotweiler Puppy, Australian Shepherd Puppy, And Hound Mix Puppy](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/IMG_2828-600x594.jpg)
They all got along great, although one of them was definitely a bit more dominant than the others.
![Hey c'mon what're you doing? Hound Mix And Rottweiler Playing](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/IMG_2807-600x683.jpg)
…and it was definitely not the Rottweiler.
![EEEEE NO TICKLES EEEHEEHEE! Hound Mix And Rottweiler Playing](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/IMG_2814-600x574.jpg)
Who nevertheless was having the time of her life. (I love that expression.)
![Hey, I haven't seen you here before. You new in class? Don't you worry, I'll take care of ya! Rottweiler Puppy And French Bulldog Puppy Playing](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/IMG_2829-600x649.jpg)
She made new friends quick, too.
![I think I'm gonna like this class! Rottweiler Puppy And French Bulldog Puppy Playing](https://dogsofsf.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/IMG_2830-600x607.jpg)
I should’ve audited the class. How much do you suppose it costs per credit-hour?