Mowgli has learned a few tricks. He sit-stays, down-stays, comes (mostly), speaks, and gives paw. He's not doing too badly. At night I leave him at the bottom of the stairs in a sit-stay until I get to the bedroom and shout "crate"! He jets up the stairs, scoots right past the cat, and runs into his den. It makes me smile every time. It's not bad for a four-month-old puppy, but this morning was a test of my training skills; I put him in a down-stay and trimmed his nails. He squirmed a little—I nearly cut him to the quick—but he did well considering. I'm pleased. He has a dominant temperment, so originally I was concerned he might be more than a handful. Thankfully, he's just a handful.
Here's a gratuitous puppy photo:
