Calling It

I'm calling Kraft temporarily mentally healed. Last night in class he was completely himself. The dog I love to run. He made mistakes, and he and I laughed at them together. That's how he used to be. I ran with the toy on me. I'll keep doing that for a while, until I know I have him back to himself even in trials. I don't even care if he starts looking for the toy at the trial once he realizes I *don't* always have it again. We'll go back to working on that if that tendency reappears.
So for now, here's a majestic Rattie photo for you:

I call it "Dog on California Beach"