My boy, Peanut, has his first obedience lesson tonight. I really hope that this helps to calm him down. He is such a little punk sometimes!

Thinking about these lessons brings back memories of when my dog, Daisy, was going to lessons. I was in 4th or 5th grade at the time and the lessons were a group lesson. I don't recall where they were held, all I do remember is that I used to go because I used to want to be a veterinarian.

There was always a bunch of folding chairs set up near the entrance of the building, so I would have to sit there. Of course, being a slightly rambunctious kid of no more than 10 years old, I would very rarely sit there.

One night, as the class was in full swing, I started jumping from chair to chair. I miscalculated the jump to one hair and ended up kicking the chair over and landing on the floor on my rear.

The sound of the metal chair crashing onto the floor stopped the class and my mother, not missing a beat, looked up from Daisy, shook her head, and yelled, "Andrew: SIT!"

The class started laughing because they though it was pretty funny. I didn't think so.