I'm a WUSS!

I feel like such a wuss this evening. I'm sore from all of the chew tug stuff (I'm NOT in very good shape right now), I'm tired from cutting up 4 packages of Zukes and Wellness treats tonight (over an hour), and feel like I've picked up another bug.

Since Charlie has such a huge prey drive, I'm using tug as a reward (on advice from our instructor) for some of his training. We're also practicing "give it" and our rescue word with the tug toy, hence the sore muscles. I figure if he'll give me the tug toy, he'll give me most anything. Anyway, John is making dinner, I'm sitting on my hiney in front of the TV, and I'm officially calling off our scheduled training tonight. We'll do a few things, but not nearly what I had planned. I wouldn't be surprised a bit if Charlie complains about not getting all of his treats again. He would have had the opportunity to earn almost 200 teeny tiny treats (approximately 17 Zukes)!