Working dog

It has finally happened. Root Beer knows how to walk on a leash, sit on command, and come when she's called. And she almost always participates when asked to complete those commands.
I wish the children were that easy to train.
We figure she's over five months now. She's looking more like a poodle with her curly black coat. What's funny is the curls are only on the top part - almost like when you're learning how to curl your hair and you only manage to get a few of the curls in. You know, either your curling iron craps out on you, or you're really naive and think that three well-placed curls would look sophisticated - not that I would have ever thought that...
Anyway, I do have pictures of our dear dog and lots of video. Yesterday, Luke and I played for two hours outside our house just throwing the ball and watching Root Beer race for it down the road. Her passion and enthusiasm for the game was something to see. Then we went to the backyard and Luke started cleaning the leaves from the pool. Root Beer - black lab and white poodle mix - was far too interested in the ice/water covering the giant hole. I'm going to have to watch her this spring. I can't imagine cleaning an algae-crusted pet. Would I use a scraper? Ewwww...
Luke's loving his dog. Both of them have really grown accustomed to the other. Dave and Luke are going for round two of the dog obedience, and from all reports, just having a blast. Nice to see father, son and little girl having fun together.