Look. They are so adorable. Little cute muffins of Team Small Dog. Makes me wish I had my own.

No they don’t. Not if you are a member of Rob’s Late Nite Dirt Nite Class. And you have to hear constant BARKING and shrill, high pitched, crate hole making monkey shrieking all night long.

Other class members, talented agility dogs who are also well behaved and valuable members of society and likely rescue people from crack dealers with machetes and save old ladies from burning cars on collapsing bridges, all the while remaining quiet and polite and have perfectly dremmeled toenails.

My dogs? Me, the lady running the most dogs? Who should be good at training them by now? And hi, let’s don’t forget I am also one of the agility teachers god help us, delinquents. Total, complete utter, ill behaved delinquents. The shame of it all.