Top of the class

Diva, Oliver and Holly - they're Root Beer's new friends. She met them at puppy training. Oliver is a brown pug, and he's all muscle and "he" man attitude. Diva is a golden retriever and Holly is a long-haired something. They're all adorable and they're all under six months old.
Luke is the youngest "trainer" in the class and Root Beer is the wiggliest. She piddled on the floor the first day and cowered behind us when the other dogs came calling. On our second session, Root Beer decided she would chase the other dogs. However, when the pups all turned on her, she scooted back. Our wiggly dog isn't the bravest dog.
Diva pooped and I laughed. I was so worried about Root Beer "letting loose" and then Diva did it. I just had to laugh.
"Come." "Off." "Sit." "Stay." We have learned a lot of commands. Root Beer has mastered sit and she's doing okay with stay but she doesn't like off and because she's so independent, come doesn't work at all.
Her adventures aren't limited to puppy classes. She's torn through listerine packages, chewed luggage tags, consumed something that turned into a lot of fibre - as in a huge ball of string came out of her backside. We're getting used to putting things up or taking things away.
We're getting used to the licks and nibbles, the smell and the innocence. We're getting used to our furry family member and we're loving her.