Bad Boy; No, Bad Puppy Raiser

Today, Coach did a bad thing.  He actually chewed through his leash.  I just happen to have another leash at school, so it isn't a disaster in terms of being able to walk him around.

Coach looking askance at the chewed through leash to his right which I am holding, one part in each hand.

But chewing through a leash is a bad thing and well, frankly my friends, it is my fault.  Obviously, my mind was engaged elsewhere.  It happened during advisory.  We were playing Quelf and it was quite loud and Coach was visiting my advisory kids.  He was next to me, but I thought he was being petted by the kids.  Seems he had finished being petted and had decided he was bored and commenced chewing.

Next thing I hear is Emily and Kimberly saying, "Mrs. McLean! Coach chewed through his leash!"

"What?!"

"Coach chewed through his leash!" Coach had very quietly gone from sitting next to me and Kimberly, where she was petting his head, to walking past her with his half a leash.  Emily picked up the other half a leash and showed it to me.

"Coach."  I called him back and tied what was left of the leash onto his collar.  This was my fault.  All the kids were looking at me.  "I have another leash."  They nodded and since it was almost time for class, we broke up.  I walked with Coach to the workroom.  Sigh.  He should be over leash chewing.  Obviously, it was something that we needed to work on and work on quite a bit.   

Puppy raising is a 24 hour a day job, 7 days a week.  Coach caught me napping.  Now I have to shop for a new leash.