Louis took his Gold test last night and, unfortunately, didn’t pass. He did everything perfectly up to the walking to heel off lead and then he caught a scent of what we can only asume was the doggie scent equivalent of Elle MacPherson and off he went.

He’s been a bit hangdog all day as I think he must know he didn’t behave.

There’s another test lined up in a month or so; we’ll have to pray that doggie Elle doesn’t pee in the park next time.

I don’t mind the failure mode, after all I’m a boy too but I object to the fact that Sue cooked him one of my rib-eye steaks as the ultimate treat for use during his test! Rib-eye versus doggie-lady-pee = no contest.