How I was learning to bring apport.

I am not a retriever or spaniel . I am a bobtail -. I thought so when Mom tried to open my mouth and put a strange wooden thing in.  Oh, what s  a crap? - said I. But Mom started calming me saying that there is nothing bad in this thing and if I hold it for a minute I will be a very good boy. I didn t want to be a good boy. I was indignant, I spited, kicked with al my pas. But Mom was uncompromising. I gave up. If only you could see their happy faces when I was sitting with apport in my teeth. My   tortures laughed  looking at my expression I was against from the very beginning and they shouldn t forget about it.

But then everything became harder. They started to through this wooden thing. And I should bring it with joy and happiness. No, no way! I tried to pretend that I didn t understand. I ran to a branch and lay down. They wasted too much time and patience on me. At the end I decided to yield to their pressure. Just because I am not a  stupid fluffy boy. I am a dog in the prime of life. And man  shouldn t argue with women . And it is so joyful to lay in a kitchen after good dinner and listen to Mom saying to Galia how good I am. Yes! I am !

And yesterday I heard Mom saying : He will jump over obstacles with apport .

Oh, no, terrible!!!