These are the columns of John Grogen, at least the ones that have Marley in them, which is most of them. Enjoy. I've never done anything like this. Please rate and review.

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.: Marley and the Trainer :.

I never expected to get a dog. I haven't got a dog. You cannot call Marley a dog. Animal? Nah. He's a full grown monster, and he's not even full grown. I can hardly take him for a walk. Actually come to think of it, he's never been on a walk. It's always a run. I thank him for that. It's keeping me and Jenny in pretty good shape.

As I was saying Marley is a monster. Probably the worst dog in the world. At least top five. Marley was getting really out of hand so we took him to a dog training class. Outside. Open space. Dogs. Stop me when you figure out this wasn't a great idea. First off did you know a dog can only have one master. I didn't. I let Jenny take that one. Her task was to make Marley sit. Jenny didn't do to well with that one. I myself have never seen Marley sit. Well I have, but he was only a puppy back then. He's always moving around. He never stops.

Then came to walking of the dogs. In line. Getting Marley to walk is a hassle by itself. But getting him to walk in line. This trainer was asking a lot of us. Begin. We started walking. I was thinking to my self, this might actually work. We might actually have a trained dog. That's when it happened. He saw something and bolted, and nearly yanked my arm out of the socket. The leash was off my hand and the trainer was angry. Whistle. Marley looked up. Surprised. Excited. Something big was about to occur. He dashed and ran full speed at her. Jump. Pounce. Crash. The trainer was down and we were out. I wonder if Marley was the only dog to ever get kicked out of obedience school?

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Please review. The column will be longer next time. I was short on time, and words I guess.