Digby, for some unknown reason, passed a dog training class last year. I think the trainer felt sorry for my husband and I because he is so darn naughty. He is, however, doing so much better. He now sits, stays (for short periods of time), will lay down, takes kibble from my hand gently, and will walk on a treadmill for treats. (Where is Cesar Millan when you need him, anyhow?) Digby needs to learn to walk on a leash (he is like Rudolph taking off pulling Santa’s sleigh), greet other dogs without freaking out, allow us to pet him when he eats (food guarding is a problem), and for heaven’s sake I just wish I could stop him from eating his own poo (disgusting, I know). Other than that, he is doing quite well. One step at a time, I say. He will get there!