|Zoe and Coach outside the YMCA before Zumba class. They both look happy and ready.|
"You really shouldn't have him here. It gets very loud." She was looking pointedly at Coach and seemed a bit vexed with me.
I gave her a smile and said, "Oh, I've been to Zumba before." But before I could continue, she jumped in, "Have you? It's very loud."
"Yes. I know. The visually impaired go to exercise classes as well as we do. I have brought a guide dog puppy to Zumba and there used to be a guide dog in training who came to one of these classes a couple of years ago regularly."
She looked at me and I could tell I hadn't reached her. She looked at Coach, who wagged his tail politely. Then she walked up to the front to talk to the instructor. I'm not sure what she said, but I think that the volume of Zumba was a level or so lower for Coach's sake. Coach was fine.
Well, he was fine and then he wasn't. He was actually confused. Here he is in his down-stay.
|Coach in a down-stay in front of the step aerobic steps.|
When the music started, soft or not, Coach sat up at attention, then he went into a down. Then when we began to move, he got up to move with us. So, I put him in a down stay. He was fine as long as the dance steps didn't change. But as soon as we were off into a tango, he was off to see what we were doing now. Dance to the left, ok. Dance to the right, he got up. But he always went right back into a down-stay.
|Coach is looking up at me as if to ask for permission to chase a leaf.|
|Coach, sitting by a pile of leaves waiting for the wind.|
That's right, good boy!