Today, Rubi and Zach had their first class together. All I can say is that I wish I'd had someone to work with B for a few hundred hours before I had to take her to our first class.
She made him look good. Really good. I suppose I should be proud. After all, it's a testament to all the time we've put in together that she can change to an entirely different handler with different cues and a different way of reinforcing, and she can still maintain the same behaviors we've worked so hard on. They worked on the basics: counter conditioning, emergency retreats, and the relaxation protocol - exercises we've been doing in one form or another for over a year.
Rubi whined once. When she could hear another dog, but not see him. I should probably get on that. She also threw a tantrum in her crate, but since I've never really asked her to be crated in a new place for any length of time, I'm not particularly upset about it. Neither were new issues, just things I haven't gotten around to seriously working on yet. The portion of class where Zach and Rubi were working together was spot on. I took over forty pictures, and hard as I tried, there is not a single one of them where she is looking at something other than her daddy.
I would have been okay with me if she had made him work a little harder for it.
Seriously. Look at that hip bump. What a little whore.