School of scoundrels

I learned so much from my first puppy kindergarten class. Bite 'em in the tail! Nip 'em in the back! Pounce 'em while they're down! Jesse calls me "The Bruiser." Even though I'm only 10 weeks old, I was one of the biggest pupils in my class. So I didn't mind kicking arse and taking names.

Here I am wrestling with a Siberian husky named Mika. You can seek me chomping into the fleshy part of her back.

There were dogs of all kinds. Boxers and goldies and pomeranians, you name it. We played together famously.

Oh, we also did some tricks with our human companions, but everything went in one ear and out the other. I shut down after about five minutes of futilely having a treat waved in front of my face.