I can’t help but think of Max’s First Reactive Rover training class tonight as a class for Bad Girl and Bad Boy Dogs.

So, until proven otherwise, this is how I’m imagining it’s going to go down.

Max is going to strut in in a black leather jacket (where’d he get that? I don’t know, but he looks pretty tough in it) and go over to one of the trainer’s bags, look at her, and just pee on it.

Another dog is going to burst in at the same time, get away from her owner, knock over a treat jar and not even eat the treats that spill out.

A third dog will be in the corner trying to go number two even though he doesn’t need to.

This is the class of punk misfits who come from the life of hard knocks. They don’t give a woof.

I can’t wait… but I will lower my expectations for the above happening. ☺️